I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank loveโbut if you should deny me the thousand and firstโโt would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
John KeatsLet us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
John KeatsFor Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, โThou art no Poet mayโst not tell thy dreams?โ Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purposโd to rehearse Be poetโs or fanaticโs will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave.
John Keats