When the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud…
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sandwave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies…
from “Ode on Melancholy”
John Keats [1795-1821] *was* the author of “Ode on a Grecian Urn” and five other odes, all written when he was 23. His first book of poetry was savaged by the critics and he was dismissed for being part of the uneducated”Cockney” school poetry [uneducated as not having gone to Eton or Oxford or Cambridge.] He died two years later from tuberculosis without much literary success and discouraged over the reception of his second volume of poetry, his last request was that his tombstone bear this inscription without his name: Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water
Perhaps he might have felt differently if he had been able to “glut his sorrow” contemplating the morning rose and wave spray and peonies.