Potted Flowers with Books IV Eric Barjot Song O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going. There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, And a blush for having done it: There's a blush for thought, and a blush for naught, And a blush for just begun it. O sigh not so! O sigh no so! For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; By those loosened lips you have tasted the pips And fought in an amorous nipping. Will you play once more at nice-cut-core, For it only will last our youth out? And we have the prime of the kissing time, We have not one sweet tooth out. There's a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no, And a sigh for I can't bear it! O what can be done, shall we stay or run? O, cut the sweet apple and share it! John Keats(31st October 1795 - 23rd February 1821) |
Thursday 25 September 2014
The Thursday Poem
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