Sunlit Waterfalls
“Here lies one whose name was writ in water”.
[Epitaph: tomb of John Keats atRome].
Though water seems an unsubstantial thing
Having no shape that may be called its own,
(Unlike some monument of carven stone),
It is, in nature, mightiest: the king
Of forces which determine life and form.
So he who claimed his name was writ therein
Spoke truer than he thought!. There has not been
Another poet, since his time, whose charm
Could open magic casements in the souls
Of those who love pure beauty, or delight
In memorable lines. His words run bright
Down through the years, like sunlit waterfalls
Whose rainbowed spectacles enthral all those who see
The ageless splendours of their moving majesty.
