That's the poem I discovered him by, funnily enough. I read somewhere that F.Scott Fitzgerald used to cry everytime he read it. I had to check it out:icon e smile:
I think everyone pales compared to Keats. To Hope, Lamia and To My Brother George are some of my favourites.
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When,like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell bound prey to dart:
Chase him...
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