“Stop and consider! life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree’s summit.”

— John Keats

" Sleep and Poetry http://www.bartleby.com/126/31.html", st. 5
Poems (1817)
Source: The Complete Poems

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English Romantic poet 1795–1821

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