1. <br />O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown, <br />The riches of Flora are lavishly strown, <br />The air is all softness, and crystal the streams, <br />The West is resplendently clothed in beams. <br /> <br />2. <br />O come! let us haste to the freshening shades, <br />The quaintly carv'd seats, and the opening glades; <br />Where the faeries are chanting their evening hymns, <br />And in the last sun-beam the sylph lightly swims. <br /> <br />3. <br />And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, <br />Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head: <br />And there Georgiana I'll sit at thy feet, <br />While my story of love I enraptur'd repeat. <br /> <br />4. <br />So fondly I'll breathe, and so softly I'll sigh, <br />Thou wilt think that some amorous Zephyr is nigh: <br />Yet no -- as I breathe I will press thy fair knee, <br />And then thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me. <br /> <br />5. <br />Ah! why dearest girl should we lose all these blisses? <br />That mortal's a fool who such happiness misses: <br />So smile acquiescence, and give me thy hand, <br />With love-looking eyes, and with voice sweetly bland.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-to-miss-wylie/
