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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. Teignmouth
  2. Эндимион. Книга 4Endymion. Book 4
  3. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There
  4. A Song of Opposites
  5. The Gothic Looks Solemn


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