DEAD SNAKES: Archana Kapoor Nagpal- A Poem

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:

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