For now the poet can not die,  
  Nor leave his music as of old,  
  But round him ere he scarce be cold  
  Begins the scandal and the cry.
To ———, after reading a Life and Letters, stanza 4, from Poems (1850).
For now the poet can not die,  
  Nor leave his music as of old,  
  But round him ere he scarce be cold  
  Begins the scandal and the cry.
To ———, after reading a Life and Letters, stanza 4, from Poems (1850).