                                      1816
                  I CRY YOUR MERCY - PITY - LOVE! - AYE LOVE!
                                 by John Keats

        I cry your mercy- pity- love!- aye, love!
          Merciful love that tantalizes not,
        One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,
          Unmask'd, and being seen- without a blot!
        O! let me have thee whole,- all- all- be mine!
          That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
        Of love, your kiss,- those hands, those eyes divine,
          That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,-
        Yourself- your soul- 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,- the palate of my mind
        Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!


                        THE END
