Ocupation: Poet
Life: October 31, 1795 - February 23, 1821
Birthday: October 31
Death: February 23
The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
- John Keats
topic: Running, Voice, Bird, Grasshoppers, Mead, Hot Sun
