JOHN KEATS
WHO, IN EXCUSE FOR A LIKE OCCASION,
WROTE:
"WERE I DEAD, I SHOULD LIKE A BOOK DEDICATED TO ME."
A WARNING TO THE READER
Here thou shalt find grave thought—the shade of thine Most is of earth, some little all divine. By hands God-given, mine, this tower doth thrive; Thine are the clouds which round my turrets drive.