The Eve of St. Agnes

The trumpets sounded clearly But, John Keats had time to hear only a few notes....the bells rang Sublimely and melodiously everywhere In his short life, he could hear Only a few chimes. The flames crackled In his soul. An ocean rocked in his heart. The pleasant draughts of contemplative Moonlight wherefrom sprang the GOLDEN LINES OF THE EVE OF ST. AGNES were stopped. The lamp no longer brightly flickered. The WONDROUS FOUNTAIN WAS SILENCED FOREVER BY ONE STROKE OF THE RECORDING ANGEL'S PEN....FROM JAMES MICHAEL CHAPESKIE

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