I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love! <br />Merciful love that tantalizes not, <br />One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, <br />Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot! <br />O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine! <br />That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest <br />Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine, <br />That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,— <br />Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all, <br />Withhold no atom's atom or I die, <br />Or living on, perhaps, your wretched thrall, <br />Forget, in the mist of idle misery, <br />Life's purposes,—the palate of my mind <br />Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-fanny/
