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- 1816
- TRANSLATED FROM RONSARD
- by John Keats
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- Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies
- For more adornment a full thousand years;
- She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes,
- And shap'd and tinted her above all Peers:
- Meanwhile Love kept her dearly with his wings,
- And underneath their shadow fill'd her eyes
- With such a richness that the cloudy Kings
- Of high Olympus utter'd slavish sighs.
- When from the Heavens I saw her first descend
- My heart took fire, and only burning pains
- They were my pleasures- they my Life's sad end;
- Love pour'd her beauty into my warm veins...
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