22 lines
937 B
Plaintext
22 lines
937 B
Plaintext
1816
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THE DAY IS GONE, AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE!
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by John Keats
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
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Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
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Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,
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Bright eyes, accomplish'd shape, and lang'rous waist!
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Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
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Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
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Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
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Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise-
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Vanish'd unseasonably at shut of eve,
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When the dusk holiday or holinight
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Of fragrant-curtain'd love begins to weave
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The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;
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But, as I've read love's missal through to-day,
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He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.
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THE END
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