I cry your mercypitylove!aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seenwithout a blot!
O! let me have thee whole,allallbe mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,
Yourselfyour soulin pity give me all,
Withhold no atoms atom or I die
Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Lifes purposes,the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!
"I cry your mercy-pity-love! -aye, love!"
written byJohn Keats
© John Keats