Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, <br />Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand, <br />Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web, <br />And snared by the ungloving of thine hand. <br />And yet I never look on midnight sky, <br />But I behold thine eyes' well memory'd light; <br />I cannot look upon the rose's dye, <br />But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight. <br />I cannot look on any budding flower, <br />But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips <br />And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour <br />Its sweets in the wrong sense: -- Thou dost eclipse <br />Every delight with sweet remembering, <br />And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-a-lady-seen-for-a-few-moments-at-vauxhall/
