Tag: Unfelt unheard unseen

Lines (Unfelt, unheard, unseen…)

Other Poems of John Keats→ Unfelt, unheard, unseen, I’ve left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, Who — who could tell how much There is for madness — cruel, or complying? Those faery lids how sleek! Those lips how moist! — they speak, In ripest quiet, shadows …

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