Lines (Unfelt, unheard, unseen...)
by John Keats
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,
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.
Source:The poetical works of John Keats.
James Miller, 647 Broadway, New York