Poem by John Keats

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Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes,
And sweet is the voice in its greeting,
When adieus have grown old and goodbyes
Fade away where old Time is retreating.
Warm the nerve of a welcoming hand,
And earnest a kiss on the brow,
When we meet over sea and o’er land
Where furrows are new to the plough.

1. Song (“I had a dove and the sweet dove died”)
2. Song Written on a Blank Page in Beaumont and Fletcher's Works between 'Cupid's Revenge' and 'The Two Noble Kinsmen'
3. Fragment of an Ode to Maia
4. A Spenserian Stanza
5. The Eve of St. Agnes

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