Poem by John Keats

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Extracts from an Opera. I.

O! were I one of the Olympian twelve,
Their godships should pass this into a law,—
That when a man doth set himself in toil
After some beauty veiled far away,
Each step he took should make his lady's hand
More soft, more white, and her fair cheek more fair;
And for each briar-berry he might eat,
A kiss should bud upon the tree of love,
And pulp and ripen richer every hour,
To melt away upon the traveller's lips.

1. Oh, I Am Frighten'd with Most Hateful Thoughts!
2. Acrostic: Georgiana Augusta Keats
3. Daisy's Song
4. Folly's Song
5. Song Written on a Blank Page in Beaumont and Fletcher's Works between 'Cupid's Revenge' and 'The Two Noble Kinsmen'

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