| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | February 23 | | Keats | | By Erasmus H. Brodie |
| | (Died Feb. 23, 1821)
RARE voice, the last from vernal Heilas sent, | |
| And fresh Arcadian hills, why mute so soon? | |
| Did the Gods grudge their unexpected boon, | |
| And Phoebus envy back the lute he lent? | |
| So sudden came thy song, so sudden went! | 5 |
| O well for thee—free of life’s fiery noon, | |
| Free as a fairy underneath the moon, | |
| But ill for us bereft of ravishment. | |
| Not for our skies, piper of Grecian breed, | |
| Nor suits our autumn melody with spring’s; | 10 |
| So hast thou fled on bright ethereal steed | |
| With all thy young and rich imaginings | |
| To be great-hearted Homer’s Ganymede, | |
| Nor dropped one feather of thy shining wings. | | | | |
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