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Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds

By John Keats

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O that a 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 ourjoys 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, and yester-evening taught     Me how to harbour such a happy thought.

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About John Keats

John Keats (1795–1821) was an English Romantic poet whose odes—"Ode to a Nightingale," "Ode on a Grecian Urn," "To Autumn"—are among the most celebrated in the language. Despite dying of tuberculosis at 25, he produced work of extraordinary sensory richness and philosophical depth.

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