Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb

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Time’s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb  (1818) 
by John Keats
Written on 4 February 1818. First published September 1844.

Time’s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb;
   Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,,
Since I was tangled in thy beauty’s web,
   And snared by the ungloving of thy hand:
And yet I never look on midnight sky,
   But I behold thine eyes’ well-memoried light;
I cannot look upon the rose’s dye,
   But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight:
I cannot look on any budding flower,
   But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips,
And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour
   Its sweets in the wrong sense. – Thou dost eclipse
Every delight with sweet remembering,
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.