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THE DAY IS GONE

By
John Keats
1819


&/\&/\&

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone !

Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,

Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,

Bright eyes, accomplish'd shape, and lang'rous waist !

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,

Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,

Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,

Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise ---

Vanish'd unseasonably at shut of eve,

When the dusk holiday --- or holinight

Of fragrant-curtain'd 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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