Saturday, May 19, 2012

Daily Dose

From The Complete Poems of John Keats

SILVER SLUMBER

"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?"

From Lines I.


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