To Jane

The keen stars were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them,

Dear Jane!

The guitar was tinkling,

But the notes were not sweet till you sung them

Again.

As the moon's soft splendour

O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven

Is thrown,

So your voice most tender To the strings without soul had then given

Its own.

The stars will awaken, Though the moon sleep a full hour later,

To-night;

No leaf will be shaken Whilst the dews of your melody scatter

Delight.

Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing

A tone

Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling

Are one.

John Keats (1795-1821)

John Keats's origin was not as noble as Byron's or Shelley's. His father was a manager of stables. His parents died of tuberculosis when the boy was young. In 1815 John became a student of Guy's Hospital. His life was short but colourful.,

Like Shelley, Keats created his own world of imag­ination.

Like Shelley, Keats hated oppression, but he never mixed his political thoughts with his feelings and emo-S tions caused by nature.

Keats's poetry centres around mythology, love and nature.

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