Owed to a Grecian Yearning
Woody historian, what leaf fringed legend haunts about thy
shape?
What mad pursuit, what wild ecstasy?
Fair youth thou canst not leave, bold lover never canst
thou kiss,
forever wilt thou love, silken flanks with garlands drest,
forever panting, forever young, fair attitude in silent
form,
this embroidery wrought, this art a friend to man.
All breathing human passion, we need to know this Beauty.
May the gymnasiums of our minds be the hosts of peaceful
games.
Owing to J. Keats and J. Kashdan
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