by John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Language: English
Time's sea hath been five years at its low ebb, Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand, Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web, And snared by the ungloving of thine hand. And yet I never look on midnight sky, But I behold thine eyes' well-memoried light; I cannot look upon the rose's dye, But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight; I cannot look on any budding flower, But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips, And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour Its sweets in the wrong sense: -- Thou dost eclipse Every delight with sweet remembering, And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.
Composition:
- Set to music by Scott Gendel (b. 1977), "A vision", 2000 [ medium-high voice and piano ], from Keats Songs, no. 4
Text Authorship:
- by John Keats (1795 - 1821), "To _", subtitle: "To a lady whom he saw for some moments at Vauxhall"
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This text was added to the website: 2016-07-09
Line count: 14
Word count: 113