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John Keats - Lines
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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?

2.
      Those faery lids how sleek!
      Those lips how moist! -- they speak,
In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds:
      Into my fancy`s ear
      Melting a burden dear,
How "Love doth know no fullness, nor no bounds."

3.
      True -- tender monitors!
      I bend unto your laws:
This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
      So, without more ado,
      I`ll feel my heaven anew,
For all the blushing of the hasty morn.
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