I CRY YOUR MERCY
By
John Keats
1819
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I cry your mercy --- pity --- love ! --- aye, love !
Merciful love that tantalises 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 !
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