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