Stand forth,John Keats! On earth thou knew'st me not; <br />Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou, <br />True to thy muse,and virgin to thy vow; <br />Resigned,if name with ashes were forgot, <br />So thou one arrow in the gold had'st shot! <br />I never placed my laurel on thy brow, <br />But on thy name I come to lay it now, <br />When thy bones wither in the earthly plot. <br />Fame is my name. I dwell among the clouds, <br />Being immortal,and the wreath I bring <br />Itself is Immortality. The sweets <br />Of earth I know not,more the pains,but wing <br />In mine own ether,with the crownéd crowds <br />Born of the centuries.-Stand forth,John Keats!<br /><br />e.e. cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fame-speaks-iii/
