| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | V. The Lover Left by His Love at Evening | | By John Keats (1795–1821) |
| | | THE DAY is gone, and all its sweets are gone! | |
| Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hands, and softer breast, | |
| Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone, | |
| Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang’rous waist! | |
| Faded the flower and all its budded charms; | 5 |
| Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes; | |
| Faded the shape of beauty from my arms; | |
| Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise,— | |
| Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve, | |
| When the dusk holiday—or holinight— | 10 |
| Of fragrant-curtained love begins to weave | |
| The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight; | |
| But, as I ’ve read love’s missal through to-day, | |
| He ’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray. | | | | |
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