| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | February 23 | | Keats | | By Craven Langstroth Betts (1853–1941) |
| | (Died Feb. 23, 1821)
JUST as the earliest flowers began to blow, | |
| (He felt the daisies growing o’er his grave) | |
| His fevered heart found rest; those grasses wave | |
| Unconscious o’er the form that sleeps below; | |
| Yet there the “rathe primroses” surely know, | 5 |
| And tender violets (howsoever rave | |
| The rude winds o’er his slumber) that he gave | |
| Them human love in human hearts to grow. | |
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| His “name was writ in water?” still ’tis called | |
| By every dryad’s ghost that mournful fleets! | 10 |
| That name through earth and heaven hath been extolled; | |
| That name the Summer’s requiem repeats; | |
| But he, with charms of Faëry deep enthralled, | |
| Hears no dull earth-tones echoing “where is Keats!” | | | | |
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