Homage for Keats

In the forlorn lands of gold
My heart leaps upon a star
Hopes are rising from the old
Reason still can see it's far
Let me hear a nightingale
Of a song once been so dear
Though I see no faces pale
Since the death is always near

Sometimes every breath of life
I would fill with questions wide
But I stop to let so dive
Others who like me so strive
Leaving my own wish aside

Charm is broken, you won't fade.