 | John Keats (1925) |  |
II. VOLUME II
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[Sweet sweet is the greeting of eyes]
Sweet sweet is the greeting of eyes,
And sweet is the voice in its greeting,
When Adieux have grown old and goodbyes
Fade away where old time is retreating
And sweet is the voice in its greeting,
When Adieux have grown old and goodbyes
Fade away where old time is retreating
Warm the nerve of a welcoming hand
And earnest a Kiss on the Brow.
When we meet over sea and o'er Land
Where furrows are new to the Plough.
And earnest a Kiss on the Brow.
When we meet over sea and o'er Land
Where furrows are new to the Plough.
| John Keats (1925) | |