Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO JOHN KEATS, by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE


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TO JOHN KEATS, by                    
First Line: Severn, I feel the flowers o'er me grow,'
Last Line: Greening above you in eternal spring.
Subject(s): Death; Dreams; Flowers; Funerals; Future Life; Keats, John (1795-1821); Poetry & Poets; Dead, The; Nightmares; Burials; Retribution; Eternity; After Life


"SEVERN, I feel the flowers o'er me grow."
They grow, loved boy,—the daisies drenched with dew,
Pale sentries of the Sleep that silenced you;
And violets, that the poet-password know—
Your soul to theirs gave whisper long ago:
In all that Roman garden none with hue
More bright; and many a clovered avenue,
Sweet flower-forests waving to and fro.

And every plant in that so holy place
Yearns to your lyréd grave, and all that earth
Bears wheresoever into blossoming;
And every seed of honour, ruth, and grace
Quickens when buried there, and comes to birth,
Greening above you in eternal Spring.





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