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John Keats (Джон Китс)


To John Hamilton Reynolds


    Sonnet 

O that a week could be an age, and we
Felt parting and warm meeting every week,
Then one poor year a thousand years would be,
The flush of welcome ever on the cheek:
So could we live long life in little space,
So time itself would be annihilate,
So a day's journey in oblivious haze
To serve ourjoys would lengthen and dilate.
O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind!
To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant!
In little time a host of joys to bind,
And keep our souls in one eternal pant!
This morn, my friend, and yester-evening taught
Me how to harbour such a happy thought. 



John Keats's other poems:
  1. Teignmouth
  2. Isabella, or, The Pot of Basil
  3. Gif Ye Wol Stonden Hardie Wight
  4. A Song of Opposites
  5. O Blush Not So!


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