And so she ever fed it with thin tears,
Whence thick, and green, and beautiful it grew,
So that it smelt more balmy than its peers
Of Basil-tufts in Florence; for it drew
Nurture besides, and life, from human fears,
From the fast mouldering head there shut from view:
So that the jewel, safely casketed,
Came forth, and in perfumed leafits spread.
His celebrated poem became a revered motif for the Pre-Raphaelite painters. These are some of their representations of this tale.
By William Holman Hunt. This is my favorite.
By John White Alexander.
A scene from before the murder of Lorenzo done by John Everett Millais.
By Henrietta Rae.
By John Melhuish Studwick.
Also by John Melhuish Studwick.

3 comments:
Funny...I studied the Keats poem in college and was just telling my husband about it the other day. (I forget how it came up.) The look on his face was hilarious.
Did you say that you were going to cut off his head and plant it in a pot?
No implication either way.
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