Unfathomable Love
A cloud across the moon, -- the lights bring in!
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Sweet, holy, pure, sacred and innocent,
But here there is no light
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain
Exact in capitals your golden name;
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
That I shall never look upon thee more,
So fondly I'll breathe, and so softly I'll sigh,
With good advices; and I here remain,
My spirit is too weak; mortality
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
Sources - Poems of John Keats:
- A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion)
- Bright Star
- When I have Fears
- Ode To A Nightingale
- Sonnet
- Stanzas To Miss Wylie
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