Byron, Shelley, Keats, and Poe

Byron, Shelley, Keats, and Poe,
Wrath and rapture, wit and woe;
Dreamers, debauchees divine,
Frantic with a frenzy fine,
Hearts of fire, souls of snow,
Byron, Shelley, Keats, and Poe.

Byron, Shelley, Keats, and Poe.
Oh, sweet pain the Poets know;
Doomed and damned, and crowned, and caught
To bliss upon the wings of thought;
Brain and vein, and pulse aglow,
Byron, Shelley, Keats, and Poe.

Byron, Shelley, Keats, and Poe,
Kingdoms crumble, empires go,
Truth the jewel, wrought in rhyme,
Sparkles on the brow of Time;
Gods upon them peace bestow,
Byron, Shelley, Keats, and Poe.
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