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Normale Version: To Mrs. Sigourney
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To Mrs. Sigourney

With a “Forget-me-not” from the grave of Keats,
on whose tombstone are inscribed these words: -
“HERE LIES ONE WHOSE NAME WAS WRIT IN WATER.”


Wandering in Rome, for thee a gift I sought:
Around me were the wonders of the past;
And modern Art, on every side, had cast
Her gems of richest beauty. Yet methought

These were scarce worthy thee. At length I stood,
One Sabbath eve, beside the grave of Keats;
The turf was bright with flowers that gave their sweets
To the soft night-air, as in mournful mood:

Sad thoughts came o’er me, and I could have wept
That all the hopes that in the Poet’s heart,
As in a sanctuary, had been kept,
Could fade so soon, and perish, and depart;

I plucked this flower for thee, the Muses’ happiest daughter,
And joyed to think thy name should ne’er be “writ in water.”