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!
A marvelous composition by a great poet fallen rather too early!
Passion of love in three small stanzas each so beautiful. Fabulous.
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!
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
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?
Great passionate words from John Keats capable of striking at cold heats with all the intensity of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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! ! !