A moment of despair for Keats, despite his resilient spirit and his desperate attempts to seize life and wring every drop of joy out of it.  He snatched moments, but didn’t survive the tuberculosis which killed his mother and brother.

‘I see nothing but thorns for the future.’

Source: John Keats, So Bright and Delicate: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne (London: Penguin Classics, 2009), p. 65

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