Erotic Funeral, Javo

Ye who have yearn'd
With too much passion, will here stay and pity,
for the mere sake of truth; as 'tis a ditty
not of these days, but long ago 'was told
by a cavern wind into a forest old;
And then the forest told it in a dream
To a sleeping lake, whose cool and level gleam
A poet caught as he was journeying
to Phoebus' shrine; and in it he did fling
his weary limbs, bathing an hour's space,
and after, straight in that inspired place
he sang the story up into the air,
giving it universal freedom. There
hast it been ever sounding for those ears
whose tips are glowing hot.
J. Keats

Thus the tradition of the gusty deep.
J. Keats