ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS



These are the letters which Endymion wrote
To one he loved in secret, and apart.
And now the brawlers of the auction mart
Bargain and bid for each poor blotted note,
Ay! for each separate pulse of passion quote
The merchant's price. I think they love not art
Who break the crystal of a poet's heart
That small and sickly eyes may glare and gloat.

Is it not said that many years ago,
In a far Eastern town, some soldiers ran
With torches through the midnight, and began
To wrangle for mean raiment, and to throw
Dice for the garments of a wretched man,
Not knowing the God's wonder, or His woe?

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Poet: Oscar Wilde
Poem: 8. ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS
Volume: Charmides and Other Poems - Sonnets
Year: Published/Written in 1881
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