The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Sonnet: 'The day is gone and all its sweets are gone'

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4352649The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John Keats — Sonnet: 'The day is gone and all its sweets are gone'John Keats

SONNET

The date 1819 is appended to this sonnet in Life, Letters and Literary Remains. Mr. Forman connects it with a letter written to Fanny Brawne, October 11, 1819.

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,
Bright eyes, accomplish'd shape, and lang'rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!
Vanish'd unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday—or holinight—
Of fragrant-curtain'd love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight:
But, as I 've read love's missal through to-day,
He 'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.