Vignette-So Sad

Like himself,just five feet tall but Fanny was his all 'n all, Until death's forboding ,made it's call; Just letters left for us to hear, They cannot but ,bring forth a tear A tribute to John Keats (the poet) and his sweetheart Fanny Brawne and the courtship trgically ended by John's too early death. Here is an extract from one of his letters to Fanny- Pillowed upon my fair-love,ripening breast To feel for ever its soft swell and fall Awake forever in a sweet unrest Still,still to hear her tender breath