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John Keats (Джон Китс)


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I

You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth-
O love me truly!

II

You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid 's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!

III

You say you love but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More than coral in the sea
They never pout for kisses
O love me truly!

IV

You say you love ; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's dead
While mine to passion burneth
O love me truly!

V

O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should bum me,
Squeeze as lovers should O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly! 



John Keats's other poems:
  1. On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
  2. Lines Written on 29 May, the Anniversary of Charles’s Restoration, on Hearing the Bells Ringing
  3. Isabella, or, The Pot of Basil
  4. To Ailsa Rock
  5. Before He Went to Live with Owls and Bats


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