The Day is Gone, and all its Sweets are Gone

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.

- John Keats

John Keats left for Italy on September 17, 1820 with hopes of a recovery from tuberculosis. Unfortunately it was his last destination as he would be gone the following February leaving behind his beloved Fanny Brawne and the only friend to accompany him and nurse him in his last days, Joseph Severn.

Keat’s poetry as music…

Stafylakis – Keats Cycle – 2 The day is gone

An impressive reading of The Day is Gone by John Keats read by actor Tyrone Power can be found at YouTube as well.

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 semitone,
Bright eyes, accomplished 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 -
Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday -or holinight
Of fragrant-curtained love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;
But, as I’ve read love’s missal through today,
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

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