To - / Had I a man’s fair form versuri

Versuri John Keats – To– / Had I a man's fair form lyrics

Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
Would passion arm me for the enterprise:

But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies;
No cuirass glistens on my bosom’s swell;
I am no happy shepherd of the dell
Whose lips have trembled with a maiden’s eyes.

Yet must I dote upon thee – call thee sweet,
Sweeter by far than Hybla’s honeyed roses
When steeped in dew rich to intoxication.
Ah! I will taste that dew, for me ‘tis meet,
And when the moon her pallid face discloses,
I’ll gather some by spells, and incantation.