by John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Language: English
Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well Would passion arm me for the enterprise; But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies; No cuirass glistens on my bosom’s swell; I am no happy shepherd of the dell Whose lips have trembled with a maiden’s eyes. Yet must I dote upon thee—call thee sweet, Sweeter by far than Hybla’s honied roses When steep’d in dew rich to intoxication. Ah! I will taste that dew, for me ‘tis meet, And when the moon her pallid face discloses, I’ll gather some by spells, and incantation.
Composition:
- Set to music by Scott Gendel (b. 1977), "A valentine", 2000 [ medium-high voice and piano ], from Keats Songs, no. 1
Text Authorship:
- by John Keats (1795 - 1821), "To -"
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This text was added to the website: 2016-07-09
Line count: 14
Word count: 112