by John Keats (1795 - 1821)
Unfelt, unheard, unseen
Language: English
Unfelt, unheard, unseen, I’ve left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, Who — who could tell how much There is for madness — cruel, or complying? Those faery lids how sleek! Those lips how moist! — they speak, In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds: Into my fancy’s ear Melting a burden dear, How Love doth know no fulness, and no bounds. True — tender monitors! I bend unto your laws: This sweetest day for dalliance was born! So, without more ado, I’ll feel my heaven anew, For all the blushing of the hasty morn.
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Confirmed with The poetical works of John Keats, New York, James Miller, 1871.
Text Authorship:
- by John Keats (1795 - 1821), "Lines", written 1817 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960), "Unfelt, unheard, unseen", 1902 [ voice and piano ], from Four Faery Songs, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-01-02
Line count: 18
Word count: 104