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Keats, and Kirk White, David Gray and the rest of you / Heavened and blest of you young singers gone, -- / Slender in sooth though the theme unexpressed of you, / Leave us this like of you yet to sing on! / Let your Muse mother him and your souls brother him, / Even as now, or in fancy, you do: / Still let him sing to us ever, and bring to us / Musical musings of glory and -- you.
Never a note to do evil or wrong to us -- / Beauty of melody -- beauty of words, -- / Sweet and yet strong to us comes his young song to us / Rippled along to us clear as the bird's. / No fame elating him falsely, nor sating him -- / Feasting and feting him faint of her joys, / But singing on where the laurels are waiting him, / Young yet in art, and his heart yet a boy's.