The Keats Foundation


‘By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide; – The chains lie silent on the footworn stones; – The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm…’

The Eve of St Agnes


‘I can scarcely bid you good bye even in a letter. I always made an awkward bow. God bless you!’

John Keats

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