1. <br />Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear! <br />All the house is asleep, but we know very well <br />That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear. <br />Tho' you've padded his night-cap -- O sweet Isabel! <br />Tho' your feet are more light than a Fairy's feet, <br />Who dances on bubbles where brooklets meet,-- <br />Hush, hush! soft tiptoe! hush, hush my dear! <br />For less than a nothing the jealous can hear. <br /> <br />2. <br />No leaf doth tremble, no ripple is there <br />On the river, -- all's still, and the night's sleepy eye <br />Closes up, and forgets all its Lethean care, <br />Charm'd to death by the drone of the humming May-fly; <br />And the Moon, whether prudish or complaisant, <br />Hath fled to her bower, well knowing I want <br />No light in the dusk, no torch in the gloom, <br />But my Isabel's eyes, and her lips pulp'd with bloom. <br /> <br />3. <br />Lift the latch! ah gently! ah tenderly -- sweet! <br />We are dead if that latchet gives one little chink! <br />Well done -- now those lips, and a flowery seat -- <br />The old man may sleep, and the planets may wink; <br />The shut rose shall dream of our loves, and awake <br />Full blown, and such warmth for the morning's take; <br />The stock-dove shall hatch her soft brace and shall coo, <br />While I kiss to the melody, aching all through!<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-hush-hush-tread-softly/
