A Bright Star

Nearly two hundred years have gone by When a man left these shores to die In foreign lands he did go, but on his way He landed in Lulworth Cove for a day. What would I have said to him on that beach? For his gift to the world to me he could teach In that sweet short stay, in that tiny bay, He wrote a beautiful sonnet in just a day. Only to depart in the mist of time gone by Makes the sadness of his departure cry But he did what he said he ought And thought his poetry came to nought. And entered eternity a Bright Star. Apr 2013 Note: Keats is one of my favourite poets, in 1820 when John Keats went to Rome to die he landed on the Dorset coast believed to be Lulworth Cove and wrote the sonnet Bright Star