THE DAY IS GONE , AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE !
TRUE EXPRESSIONS PHOTOGRAPHER : DAVID LIAM KYLE
THE DAY IS GONE , AND ALL ITS SWEETS ARE GONE !
The day is gone , and all its sweets are gone ! Sweet voice , sweet lips , soft hand , and softer breast , Warm breath , light whisper , tender semi-tone , Bright eyes , accomplish ’ d shape , and lang ’ rous waist ! Faded the flower and all its budded charms , Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes , Faded the shape of beauty from my arms , Faded the voice , warmth , whiteness , paradise – Vanish ’ d unseasonably at shut of eve , When the dusk holiday – or holinight Of fragrant-curtain ’ d love begins to weave The woof of darkness thick , for hid delight , But , as I ’ ve read love ’ s missal through to-day , He ’ ll let me sleep , seeing I fast and pray .
John Keats 1795 – 1821
PORTFOLIO MAGAZINE 63