Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
Would passion arm me for the enterprise:
But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies;
No cuirass glistens on my bosom’s swell;
I am no happy shepherd of the dell
Whose lips have trembled with a maiden’s eyes.
Yet must I doat upon thee, – call thee sweet,
Sweeter by far than Hybla’s honey’d roses
When steep’d in dew rich to intoxication.
Ah! I will taste that dew, for me ‘tis meet,
And when the moon her pallid face discloses,
I’ll gather some by spells, and incantation.
—The poetical works of John Keats.
Kind of Christmas-y, isn’t it? I know you are all waiting for the traditional Christmas Eve post on P1xels. I sure am.
Pandora by The Cocteau Twins