上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: On The Sale By Auction Of Keats' Love Letters

These are the letters which Endymion wrote

To one he loved in secret, and apart.

And now the brawlers of the auction mart

Bargain and bid for each poor blotted note,

Ay! for each separate pulse of passion quote

The merchant's price.  I think they love not art

Who break the crystal of a poet's heart

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Is it not said that many years ago,

In a far Eastern town, some soldiers ran

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Not knowing the God's wonder, or His woe?