介绍： Letters by Keats

My dearest lady,
I am now at a very pleasan cottage window
looking onto a beautiful hilly country
with a view of the sea
the morning is very fine
I don't know how elastic my spirit might be
what pleasure I might have in living here
if the remenbrance of you did not weigh so upon me

Ask your...

介绍： Letters by Keats

My dearest lady,
I am now at a very pleasan cottage window
looking onto a beautiful hilly country
with a view of the sea
the morning is very fine
I don't know how elastic my spirit might be
what pleasure I might have in living here
if the remenbrance of you did not weigh so upon me

Ask yourself, my love, whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me
so destoryed my freedom
for myself, I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form
I want a brighter word than bright, a faireer word than fair
I almost wish we were butterflies
and lived but three summer days
Three such days with you I could fill with more delight
than 50 common years could ever contain

when you can confess this in a letter
you must write immediately
and do all you can to console me in it
make it rich as a draft of poppies
to intoxicate me
write the softest words and kiss them
That I may at least touch my lips where yours have been