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I cannot hold my peace John Keats	A
There never was a spring like this	B
It is an echo that repeats	A
My last year's song and next year's bliss	B
I know in spite of all men say	C
Of Beauty you have felt her most	D
Yea even in your grave her way	C
Is laid Poor troubled lyric ghost	D
Spring never was so fair and dear	E
As Beauty makes her seem this year	E
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I cannot hold my peace John Keats	A
I am as helpless in the toil	F
Of Spring as any lamb that bleats	A
To feel the solid earth recoil	F
Beneath his puny legs Spring beats	A
her tocsin call to those who love her	G
And lo the dogwood petals cover	G
Her breast with drifts of snow and sleek	H
White gulls fly screaming to her and hover	G
About her shoulders and kiss her cheek	H
While white and purple lilacs muster	G
A strength that bears them to a cluster	G
Of color and odor for her sake	I
All things that slept are now awake	I
	-
And you and I shall we lie still	J
John Keats while Beauty summons us	A
Somehow I feel your sensitive will	J
Is pulsing up some tremulous	A
Sap road of a maple tree whose leaves	A
Grow music as they grow since your	K
Wild voice is in them a harp that grieves	A
For life that opens death's dark door	K
Though dust your fingers still can push	L
The Vision Splendid to a birth	M
Though now they work as grass in the hush	N
Of the night on the broad sweet page of the earth	M
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'John Keats is dead ' they say but I	O
Who hear your full insistent cry	O
In bud and blossom leaf and tree	P
Know John Keats still writes poetry	P
And while my head is earthward bowed	Q
To read new life sprung from your shroud	Q
Folks seeing me must think it strange	R
That merely spring should so derange	R
My mind They do not know that you	S
John Keats keep revel with me too	S

Countee Cullen

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