Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
VI. On FameJohn Keats (17951821)
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To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,
And dotes the more upon a heart at ease:
She is a Gypsy,—will not speak to those
Who have not learnt to be content without her;
A Jilt, whose ear was never whispered close,
Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her;
A very Gypsy is she, Nilus-born,
Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar;
Ye love-sick Bards! repay her scorn for scorn;
Ye Artists love-lorn! madmen that ye are!
Make your best bow to her and bid adieu;
Then if she likes it, she will follow you.