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John Keats - Sonnet. On A Picture Of Leander
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Come hither all sweet Maidens soberly 
Down looking aye, and with a chasten`d light 
Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white, 
And meekly let your fair hands joined be, 
As if so gentle that ye could not see, 
Untouch`d, a victim of your beauty bright, 
Sinking away to his young spirit`s night, 
Sinking bewilder`d `mid the dreary sea. 
`Tis young Leander toiling to his death. 
Nigh swooning he doth purse his weary lips 
For Hero`s cheek, and smiles against her smile. 
O horrid dream! see how his body dips 
Dead-heavy; arms and shoulders gleam awhile; 
He`s gone; up bubbles all his amorous breath!
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