1819

I CRY YOUR MERCY - PITY - LOVE! - AYE LOVE!

by John Keats I CRY YOUR MERCY - PITY - LOVE! - AYE LOVE! -

I cry your mercy- pity- love!- aye, love!

Merciful love that tantalizes not,

One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,

Unmask'd, and being seen- without a blot!

O! let me have thee whole,- all- all- be 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,-

Yourself- your soul- in pity give me all,

Withhold no atom's atom or I die,

Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,

Forget, in the mist of idle misery,

Life's purposes,- the palate of my mind

Losing its gust, and my ambition blind! - -