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Lipsa pays her tribute to John Keats, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths.
How the Hellenic plains you roamed, dearest bard!
Not that Present a curse was to you –
Those Homeric tales from Chapman you knew
For Greece of yore made much greater regard!
How at Apollo’s feet fair you bowed your head!
You followed Calidore through winding ways,
Gods gone and men forgotten live in your lays –
In spring meadows, resurrected the past dead.
Dwell in my heart, dearest, now and forever
That glorious Greece I see through your bright eyes;
A Grecian urn through your handsome hands hold –
Oh, may in Beauty never this faith waver!
So, I too many beauteous Truths realise
In your heav’nly warmth when the world is cold.
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