The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,
Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang'rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise—
Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday—or holinight
Of fragrant-curtained love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;
But, as I've read love's missal through today,
He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.
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Comments1Wow, got the feels reading this one again. I remembr this poet from when I was younger. It's like an intense nostalgia trip. Its got such beauty in the words, yet also plenty sad. Like loosing love, or missing what once was. Makes ya reflect on life a bit don't it? Some stuff just seems to fade away before our very eyes. Kinda bitter sweet feel to this one. Makes me think a lot about how precious time is, and how it just goes by. good stuff, relly make you think.