Keats

‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’
A son of this earth unveiled this lore divine,
O lover of beauty, thy ‘Endymion’,
And ‘Hyperion’ peerless ever shall shine.

Thy wonder-arbour was born from five
Swift years — a recorded gift to mankind.
Although death snatched away thy life so hie,
The world keeps taut the demand of thy mind.