Keats Verse

Fair Maidens adorning in glorious fashion,

Daughters, sisters, lovers all, each etched,

Carved into timeless graves, dusk eyes settled,

Looking outwards softly onto the dusty trails,

Timeless entities, islands in the shifting seas

All the lost glances to thy beauty, empty within

Save for hope and rich expectation

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