Last Lines of John Keats

A sun, a shadow of a magnitude.A woodland rivulet, -- a Poet's death.Adieu, Adieu!And be among her cloudy trophies hung.And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown'd.And float with them about the summer waters.And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.And no birds sing.And seal the hushed casket of my soul.And so live ever -- or else swoon to death.And to the sea as happily dost haste.Another cannot wake thy giant size.But Death intenser -- Death is Life's high meed.But in the world of thought and mental might!Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?Double-lived in regions new!For all the blushing of the hasty morn.From its fair face shall bid our spirits fly.Give me new Phoenix-wings to fly at my desire.He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.He's gone; up bubbles all his amorous breath!I floated with, about that melancholy storm.I leave them as a father does his son.I'll gather some by spells, and incantation.Let us two a burden try.Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb.Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!Love! on their lost repose.Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar.Me how to harbor such a happy thought.O Delphic Apollo!O smile among the shades, for this is fame!Of their star in the east, and gone to worship them!Or else he would forego his mortal nature.Pleasure never is at home.Proud to behold him in his country's eye.She will be bound with garlands of her own.Silent, upon a peak in Darien.Spoil his salvation for a fierce miscreed?That falls through the clear ether silently.The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.'Tis not content so soon to be alone.To Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven, and Hell.To dream of thee!To where the great God lives for evermore.Trips it before Apollo than the rest.Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quired!Were heard of none beside the mournful robins.When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!When some melodious sorrow spells mine eyes.When thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew?When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.Where robins hop, and fallen leaves are sear.While I kiss to the melody, aching all through!Whisper'd of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquell'd.Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?Yet would I kneel and kiss thy gentle hand!