Quotation by John Keats

O! let me have thee
whole,—all—all—be mine!
That shape, the fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,—
John Keats (1795–1821), British poet. I cry your mercy, pity love--ay, love! (L. 5–8). . .

The Complete Poems [John Keats]. John Barnard, ed. (3d ed., 1988) Penguin.
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