'Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, ' <br />Quoted did he, <br />As death doth peep at every nook and tree <br />Innocent and young yet kept it's steam <br /> <br /> <br />Amazed did thy skill of poetry out live thee, <br />Oh! John Keats, Thy poetry inspires me, <br />Aged it seems the decades apart, <br />Thou in thy time, and me in mine, <br /> <br />Ah! but I feel thee breath down poetry <br /> <br />‘Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art, ' <br /> <br /> <br />Thy will was such and made it to the Arts. <br />Prey thee seek a moments grace <br /> from the almighty to see thy praise. <br /> <br />'Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget' <br />Never did thy memory and thoughts berate <br />I'll Love thee oh Keats for thy will to fight <br />When the first trace o blood, made it's sight <br /> <br />'The weariness, the fever, and the fret' <br />The pain, The torment of Death's strong will <br />If medicine's o today were but born then, <br />Thou would be but a immortal friend. <br /> <br />Ay! Young poet thy will was strong. <br />Thy memory with love will live on <br />For a poet as I will never regret, <br />Bathing in thy poetry's sweet song. <br /> <br />'Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades' <br />Though thou claimeth will never fade. <br /> <br />Copy rights: Teacher Shanika Paul <br />U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)<br /><br />Shanika marini Paul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-john-keats-2/
