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John Keats

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Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell,
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
Would passion arm me for the enterprise:
But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies;
No cuirass glistens on my bosom's swell;
I am no happy shepherd of the dell
Whose lips have trembled with a maiden's eyes.
Yet must I dote upon thee,โ€”call thee sweet,
Sweeter by far than Hybla's honied roses
When steeped in dew rich to intoxication.
Ah! I will taste that dew, for me 'tis meet,
And when the moon her pallid face discloses,
I'll gather some by spells, and incantation.

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  • benitovaldez4

    LOVED THIS POEM BY JOHN KEATS, REALLY TOUCHED MY HEART ๐Ÿ˜ฅ HE REally knows HOW TO PUT FEELINGS INTO WORDS. BEAUTIFUL! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘