Keats and Chill

You say you love by John Keats I. You say you love; but with a voiceChaster than a nun’s, who singethThe soft Vespers to herselfWhile the chime-bell ringeth –O love me truly! II. You say you love; but with a smileCold as sunrise in September,As you were Saint Cupid’s nun,And kept his weeks of Ember.OContinue reading “Keats and Chill”