VERSES TO FANNY BRAWNE Although these are not the only poems which owe their origin to Keats's consuming passion, they are grouped here because, ap parently written in the same period, they stand as a painful witness to the ebbing tide of Keats's life. WHAT can I do to drive away Remembrance from my eyes? for they have seen, Aye, an hour ago, my brilliant Queen! When every fair one that I saw was fair, When, howe'er poor or particolour'd things, And ever ready was to take her course |