Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,
And snared by the ungloving of thy hand.
And yet I never look on midnight sky,
But I behold thine eyes' well-memoried light;
I cannot look upon the rose's dye,
But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight;
I cannot look on any budding flower,
But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips,
And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour
Its sweets in the wrong sense: -Thou dost eclipse
Every delight with sweet remembering,
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.
Okay, so...I've been reading Keats lately. It's because I saw the film Bright Star last week and it inspired me to bust out some verse.
Yes, I just wrote "bust out some verse." So? I never said I was poetic...but I will say that this poem makes my heart feel like a melting ice cream cone. I wish I could see how this woman took her glove off! (Like, just her glove though...I don't know if Keats was referring to a little more than that. Am I still talking?)
If you enjoy anything smart, lovely, or English, you will like the film. See it!