Sonnet to John Keats (an original poem), by Thomas Whichello

Recorded in June 2019. Written in 2017.

This poem is free to copy or use for any and all purposes under CC BY 4.0 (attribution only).

Transcript:

O pure-souled Keats! although thy life was short,
How did’st thou bless the world with poesy’s charms!
Though earthly sickness wrought thy body harms,
Its pains have in the end effected naught.

Thy works shall never die in men’s report;
And lo, I see thee borne in angels’ arms,
Safe from the peril of this world’s alarms,
As they thy spirit steer to Heaven’s port.

By thy dear parents, brothers, art thou met;
And brother-poets, too, who surely know
Thy matchless skill, and laurels on thee set,

That they may all their admiration show.
All bliss that fell short here, may’st thou there get;
And both in art and joy, forever grow!