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Hush hush! tread softly! hush hush, my dear! All the house is asleep, but we know very wel That the jealous, the jealous old baldpate may hear, Tho' you've padded his night-cap−O sweet Isabel . . .
By the end of the year, Keats's dalliance with Mrs. Jones had been overmastered by his jealous love for Fanny Brawne. But shortly afterwards, the worsening of his tubercular condition put him beyond the reach of both.
On Feb. 23, 1821, Keats died in Rome, in the arms of his old friend Joseph Severn. Both Fanny and Isabella, each in her way, were desolate. Painter Severn, although grief-stricken, managed to turn out a deathbed image of Keats that became the talk of Europe.