Forever.

Forever; 'tis a single word!      Our rude forefathers deem'd it two:     Can you imagine so absurd      A view?     Forever! What abysms of woe      The word reveals, what frenzy, what     Despair! For ever (printed so)      Did not.     It looks, ah me! how trite and tame!      It fails to sadden or appal     Or solace - it is not the same      At all.     O thou to whom it first occurr'd      To solder the disjoin'd, and dower     Thy native language with a word      Of power:     We bless thee! Whether far or near      Thy dwelling, whether dark or fair     Thy kingly brow, is neither here      Nor there.     But in men's hearts shall be thy throne,      While the great pulse of England beats:     Thou coiner of a word unknown      To Keats!     And nevermore must printer do      As men did long ago; but run     "For" into "ever," bidding two      Be one.     Forever! passion-fraught, it throws      O'er the dim page a gloom, a glamour:     It's sweet, it's strange; and I suppose      It's grammar.     Forever! 'Tis a single word!      And yet our fathers deem'd it two:     Nor am I confident they err'd;      Are you?