Keats—A Sonnet
The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)
By the pyramid of Caius Sestius,Unmarked for honour or remembrance saveBy a meek epitaph, there is a graveFor sake of which, o'er oceans perilous,As to a shrine, uncounted pilgrims come;Each bringing tribute unto one who gaveLife beauty,—the one thing man still must crave,Though worshiping from far, with passion dumb.
The Eternal City by the Tiber holds,In the broad view of Buonarotti's dome,—With all its treasure,—naught that is more dearThan the low mound that easefully enfoldsThe English poet who lies buried hereBy the pyramid outside the walls of Rome.