Shame

"What is your name?
It is not one that brings shame.

Why are you of import?
For my soul and my thought."

It seems to be connected to Wentworth Place in Hampstead.

The ghost is John Keats. But the clue has not yet been solved.

In 1818, Keats moved to Wentworth Place after his brother Tom died. He lived there with his love Fanny Brawne. The story of Keats and Brawne is very sad, and is certainly reason enough for him to haunt the place

Fanny's mother did not view Keats, who in the months that followed their meeting seemed to occupy Fanny's thoughts more and more, as an ideal candidate for marriage. Fanny's aunt thought his poetry a "mad craze". And Keats's health was not good. In addition, Keats's literary friends disapproved of Fanny.

In spite of their deep feelings for each other, Keats had no financial prospects that would let him marry. He resolved to concentrate on writing to make money and a name; but to do this, he decided he must move away in order to live cheaply and without distraction.

He travelled to the Isle of Wight seeking sufficient peace and quiet to write a play. He wrote of his worries in letters to Fanny. His "unguessed fate... spread as a veil" between them. Returning briefly to London to sort out a family problem, he did not allow himself to travel the few extra miles to see Fanny, explaining in a letter to her, "I love you too much to venture to Hampstead. I feel it is not paying a visit, but venturing into a fire."

On February 3, 1820, Keats came home from London, feverish and desperately ill. He went to bed, coughed, and saw blood on the sheet. Charles Brown (who he also lived with) brought a candle and together they looked at the blood. Keats said, "I know the color of that blood; it is arterial blood... That drop of blood is my death warrant."

That night he suffered a second huge haemorrhage. Absolute rest was necessary to postpone death. Excitement could kill him, so Fanny communicated by notes and small gifts, a vision beyond the window, a visitor who could not stay. Poignantly he wrote, "I shall follow you with my eyes over the Heath."

Cutting short a brief, chaotic stay with his friend, the poet and essayist Leigh Hunt, in nearby Mortimer Terrace, he walked back to Hampstead, arriving exhausted and in tears.

Mrs Brawne took him in, and for his last month in England, she and Fanny nursed him in their home and helped him prepare to go to Italy, where warm skies and dry air might save him. With death on the horizon, the love between Keats and Fanny was at its most powerful, enough to "occupy the wildest heart" as Keats had written.

Throughout his last days, he held a large white carnelian, a precious stone, that Fanny had given him to cool his fever. On February 23, 1821, Keats died, in the arms of his painter-friend, Joseph Severn. Unopened letters, one from Fanny and one from his sister, were buried with him.

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