Poem by John Keats

To a Lady Seen for a Few Moments at Vauxhall

Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,
And snared by the ungloving of thy hand.
And yet I never look on midnight sky,
But I behold thine eyes' well memoried light;
I cannot look upon the rose's dye,
But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight;
I cannot look on any budding flower,
But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips,
And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour
Its sweets in the wrong sense: - Thou dost eclipse

Every delight with sweet remembering,
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.

1. What the Thrush Said
2. Written in Answer to a Sonnet by J.H. Reynolds
3. Song (“The stranger lighted from his steed”)
4. Song of Four Faries
5. On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt

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