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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET (TO JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS), by JOHN KEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: O that a week could be an age
Last Line: Me how to harbour such a happy thought.
First Line: O that a week could be an age
Last Line: Me how to harbour such a happy thought.
O that week could be an age, and we
Felt parting and warm meeting every week.
Then one poor year a thousand years would be,
The flush of welcome ever on the cheek:
So could we live long life in little space,
So time itself would be annihilate,
So a day's journey in oblivious haze
To serve our joys would lengthen and dilate.
O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind!
To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant!
In little time a host of joys to bind,
And keep our souls in one eternal pant!
This morn, my friend, amd yester-evening taught
Me how to harbour such a happy thought.
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