An Epitaph For Keats

THROUGH one, years since hanged and forgot
Who stabbed backs by the Quarter,
Here lieth one who—while Time's stream
Runneth, as God hath taught her,
Bearing man's fame to men,—will have
His great name writ in water.

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Comments (2)

Most wonderful Epitaph. Loved this poem.
The master art painted with words. A poem, after one and half a century can be proved as a modern writing. What a profound poem!