Keats was only 26 years old when he died, however, he was considered, along
with Wordsworth, to be the Romantic poet of the 19th century.
He was 14
when his mother died of tuberculosis, and 15
apprenticed him to an apothecary surgeon.
the medical field soon after
himself to poetry.
was not well, and moved to Italy in hopes the air
make him well. It was not to be.
He died of
at age 26.
death John Keats suffered depression and melancholy.
His poem "When
I have fears that I Might Cease to Be"
When I have
fears that I may cease to
my pen has glean'd my teeming
piled books, in charactry,
like rich garners the full-ripen'd
When I behold,
upon the night's starr'd
cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that
I may never live to trace
shadows, with the magic hand of
And when I
feel, fair creature of an hour!
I shall never look upon thee more,
relish in the faery power
love:--then on the shore
Of the wide
world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and
Fame to nothingness do sink.
O soft embalmer
of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
eyes, embower'd from
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
Sleep! if so it please thee,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the
amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its dewy charities;
Then save me, or the passed day will
Upon my pillow,
breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that
for darkness, burrowing like a
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the
hushed casket of my soul.
would I were steadfast as
in lone splendour hung aloft the
with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human
Or gazing on
the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the
No -- yet still
steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening
To feel for
ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live
ever -- or else swoon to death.