The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! <br />Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, <br />Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone, <br />Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang'rous waist! <br />Faded the flower and all its budded charms, <br />Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes, <br />Faded the shape of beauty from my arms, <br />Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise— <br />Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve, <br />When the dusk holiday—or holinight <br />Of fragrant-curtained love begins to weave <br />The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight; <br />But, as I've read love's missal through today, <br />He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-is-gone-and-all-its-sweets-are-gone/
