As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
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Enjoyed reading this beauty: “lovers need not tell Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm. ” Inimitable flow of images, unharnessed stream of words... great...
Extremely romantic poem with extraordinary skill and rhythm... Beautifully executed.. Keats lovely rbyme
Nobody better than Keats might highlight the mystical wonder of Dante's Poem.. Very beautiful
.........beautifully penned and so imaginative...the imagery is stunning ★
keats is always so well versed in greek mythology. hermes, i love, argus, i too love and the dragons, the hundred eyes, i never saw yet i love for its dragonness. love keats.
" Lovers need not tell their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips. I saw." Fantastic narration.Interesting poem.