'Here lies one whose name was writ in water'
John Keats
Foul relentless death
Sly and cunning
Oft comes
When least expected.
John Keats died young
Fearing that endeavours of his Muse
Would never become a constant monument.
He thought cruel death
Would eclipse elusive fame
And his skylark never inspire
Echoing down the years so sweetly.
Colin Ian Jeffery
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/john-keats-2/
