object:1.jk - Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds
author class:John Keats
book class:Keats - Poems
subject class:Poetry
class:chapter
O that a week could be an age, and we
Felt parting and warm meeting every week,
Then one poor year a thousand years would be,
The flush of welcome ever on the cheek:
So could we live long life in little space,
So time itself would be annihilate,
So a day's journey in oblivious haze
To serve ourjoys would lengthen and dilate.
O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind!
To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant!
In little time a host of joys to bind,
And keep our souls in one eternal pant!
This morn, my friend, and yester-evening taught
Me how to harbour such a happy thought.
'First given among the Literary Remains, in the Life, Letters &c. (1848), not dated, but standing next to the sonnet on blue eyes, which is dated February 1818.'
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