Song

1.7.11



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! 
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! 
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! 
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!


– J. Keats

1 comment :

  1. Esta película es fantástica, y los versos de Keats maravillosos.

    Besos!

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