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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Italy: Vols. XI–XIII.  1876–79.
Rome, the Protestant Burial-Ground
The Grave of Keats
Maria Lowell (1821–1853)
BUT one rude stone for him whose song
  Revived the Grecian’s plastic ease,
Till men and maidens danced along
  In youth perpetual on his frieze!
Where lies that mould of senses fine        5
  Men knew as Keats awhile ago,
We cannot trace a single sign
  Of all that made his joy below.
There are no trees to talk of him
  Who knew their hushes and their swells,        10
Where myriad leaves in forest dim
  Build up their cloudy citadels.
No mystic-signalled passion-flowers
  Spread their flat discs, while buds more fair
Swing like great bells, in frail green towers,        15
  To toll away the summer air.
O Mother Earth! thy sides he bound
  With far-off Venus’ warmer zone,
With statelier sons thy landscape crowned,
  Whose chiming voices matched thine own!        20
O Mother Earth, what hast thou brought
  This tender frame that loved thee well?
Harsh grass and weeds alone are wrought
  On his low grave’s uneven swell.

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