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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920.

Auction: Anderson Galleries

“LOT 65: John Keats to Fanny Brawne

A beauty, gentlemen, and in the best

Condition. Four leaves, scarcely pressed.

What am I bid? Five hundred … Five … Come on.

Who’ll make it Six? Six hundred.…” (Pale and drawn,

I dreamed forever in a sweet unrest

Of your warm, lucent, million-pleasured breast)

“Six hundred … Now Six fifty … Are you done?”

“Seven … A half … Did I hear eight?… Eight … Eight …

Who’ll make it Nine?” (Would that I could survive

The horrors of a brutal world. I hate

All men and women, saving one, alive.)

“Nine fifty … Going … Sorry, sir; too late.

Sold to this party for Nine sixty five.”

The New Republic