Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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This poem is about the fact that the memory of them will never be forgotten. The poem's author, John Keats, was telling his fiancée, Fanny Brawne, that he loved her very much and that she could trust him always. Keats was killed in a duel with fellow poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley. The poem was written shortly before their death.

The poem is full of beauty and emotion because of this.The poem tells the story of the two lovers who are now both dead. They are talking about how their love has nearly died out and how they must soon part forever.It is true that if you love someone you should be willing to accept it when they die as you will always remember them and what they meant to you for as long as you live.

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