that she gave to him would never wither, '' sheltered and shut in a nook of rhyme from the reaper man and his reaper Time." Keats also, despite his humility, had this prescience of immortality: "I think," he said, "I shall be among the English poets after my death." He knew that Time's fell hand would touch him only lightly. He is, above others, the Poet of Beauty?of Beauty in Nature, in the he...
