On canyon walls etched

In the mailbox this, Odin’s day, nearly frozen shut …

John Keats died today in 1821, at the age of 25. Keats was a poet who sought its wonder in the desires and sufferings of the human heart. His gravestone at the Protestant Cemetery in Rome bears the epitaph: "Here lies one whose name was writ in water."

Etched in the canyons carved by the Watercourse, among many famous lines Keats penned, are these from his “Ode on a Grecian Urn”

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,

Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone …

When old age shall this generation waste,

Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."