To Fanny by John Keats
I cry your mercyâ€”pityâ€”love!â€”aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seenâ€”without a blot!
O! let me have thee whole,â€”allâ€”allâ€”be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,â€”those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,â€”
Yourselfâ€”your soulâ€”in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom's atom or I die,
Or living on, perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life's purposes,â€”the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!