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And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake!
    Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite:
    Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake,
Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache."

Her eyes were open, but she still beheld,
    Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep:
    There was a painful change, that nigh expell'd
    The blisses of her dream so pure and deep
    At which fair Madeline began to weep,
    And moan forth witless words with many a sigh;
    While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep;
    Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye,
Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly.

~j keats (1795-1821)

portion of The Eve of St. Agnes

Comments

[Nicole]

Oh this is great as always....;-)

[Southshoreartist]

Just beautiful!!!!

[Knight]

Ahh Sweet Bella...how you always take me away to another world with your creations...a world where one can taste color...