Poem by Henry Van Dyke

Keats

The melancholy gift Aurora gained
From Jove, that her sad lover should not see
The face of death, no goddess asked for thee, 
My Keats! But when the crimson blood-drop stained
Thy pillow, thou didst read the fate ordained, --
Brief life, wild love, a flight of poesy! 
And then, -- a shadow fell on Italy:
Thy star went down before its brightness waned, 

Yet thou hast won the gift Tithonus missed:
Never to feel the pain of growing old,
Nor lose the blissful sight of beauty’s truth, 
But with the ardent lips that music kissed
To breathe thy song, and, ere thy heart grew cold,
Become the Poet of Immortal Youth.

1. Undine
2. Jeanne d’Arc Returns
3. Jesus, Thou Divine Companion
4. Twilight in the Alps
5. Arrival

Henry Longfellow Keats ("The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep")

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