To by John Keats
"To" is written by John Keats. In this poem, Keats speaks of how if he were a more fair man, his love would love him back. But he's not, so he'll treat her sweetly and perhaps even gather some spells to cast on her.
"To" is a fourteen line poem called a Petrarchan sonnet. It is written in iambic pentameter that is generally seen as two sections spliced into one. The first section is seen to consist of eight lines while the last six are the other. It is written in ABBAABBACADCAD.
To Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell, Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well Would passion arm me for the enterprise: But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies; No cuirass glistens on my bosom's swell; I am no happy shepherd of the dell Whose lips have trembled with a maiden's eyes. Yet must I dote upon thee, -call thee sweet, Sweeter by far than Hybla's honied roses When steeped in dew rich to intoxication. Ah! I will taste that dew, for me 'tis meet, And when the moon her pallid face discloses, I'll gather some by spells, and incantation.
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