You Say You Love Poem by John Keats

You Say You Love

Rating: 2.9


I
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth-
O love me truly!

II
You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid 's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!

III
You say you love but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More than coral in the sea
They never pout for kisses
O love me truly!

IV
You say you love ; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's dead
While mine to passion burneth
O love me truly!

V
O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should bum me,
Squeeze as lovers should O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
A Whisper And A Clamor 12 October 2012

You say you love; but then your hand No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth, It is like a statue's dead......who doesn't love This! ! !

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Hannington Mumo 19 November 2010

A marvelous composition by a great poet fallen rather too early!

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Lady Grace 23 March 2010

very nice...so nice...

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Aniruddha Pathak 18 January 2020

Passion of love in three small stanzas each so beautiful. Fabulous.

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Ramesh T A 18 January 2020

Indeed love in words is not enough as love in action according to Poet John Keats as that is passionate love and really a true one in human relations! Wonderful poem on true love in action!

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Kingsley Egbukole 18 January 2020

Loving in words but not in action.

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Mahtab Bangalee 18 January 2020

You say you love; but then your hand No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth, It is like a statue's dead While mine to passion burneth O love me truly! ...// beautiful loving poem; really I love this piece

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Carlos Echeverria 18 January 2020

Romance lives! Keats (and Yates) are on our side.

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Richard Ponsonby 18 January 2020

Charged with outspoken sexual engergy like some former day " Pepe Le Pew" , poor old John would probably have to go home and take himself in hand with this girl; can't he take a hint?

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Savita Tyagi 18 January 2020

Great passionate words from John Keats capable of striking at cold heats with all the intensity of love.

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