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John Keats - Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl
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Fill for me a brimming bowl
And in it let me drown my soul:
But put therein some drug, designed
To Banish Women from my mind:
For I want not the stream inspiring
That fills the mind with—fond desiring,
But I want as deep a draught
As e`er from Lethe`s wave was quaff`d;
From my despairing heart to charm
The Image of the fairest form
That e`er my reveling eyes beheld,
That e`er my wandering fancy spell`d.
In vain! away I cannot chace
The melting softness of that face,
The beaminess of those bright eyes,
That breast—earth`s only Paradise.
My sight will never more be blest;
For all I see has lost its zest:
Nor with delight can I explore,
The Classic page, or Muse`s lore.
Had she but known how beat my heart,
And with one smile reliev`d its smart
I should have felt a sweet relief,
I should have felt ``the joy of grief.``
Yet as the Tuscan mid the snow
Of Lapland dreams on sweet Arno,
Even so for ever shall she be
The Halo of my Memory.
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