Fleeting Memory: An Enescu Fleet Mystery

The answer lies with Keats... With these cryptic last words, the man sprawled out on the floor of the rustic cabin expires-murdered. What could he have meant? Why Keats? Which answer? (For that matter, what was the question?) All this and more passes through the mind of the young householder who discovers the body. If only he knew the guy's name. Or anybody's name. Including his own...