Color (Cullen)/For John Keats, Apostle of Beauty
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For John Keats,
Apostle of Beauty
NOT writ in water, nor in mist,
Sweet lyric throat, thy name;
Thy singing lips that cold death kissed
Have seared his own with flame.
Sweet lyric throat, thy name;
Thy singing lips that cold death kissed
Have seared his own with flame.