Stanzas To Miss Wylie

by John Keats

    O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown,
    The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
    The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,
    The West is resplendently clothed in beams.


    O come! let us haste to the freshening shades,
    The quaintly carv'd seats, and the opening glades;
    Where the faeries are chanting their evening hymns,
    And in the last sun-beam the sylph lightly swims.


    And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,
    Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head:
    And there Georgiana I'll sit at thy feet,
    While my story of love I enraptur'd repeat.


    So fondly I'll breathe, and so softly I'll sigh,
    Thou wilt think that some amorous Zephyr is nigh:
    Yet no, as I breathe I will press thy fair knee,
    And then thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me.


    Ah! why dearest girl should we lose all these blisses?
    That mortal's a fool who such happiness misses:
    So smile acquiescence, and give me thy hand,
    With love-looking eyes, and with voice sweetly bland.