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John Keats

Extracts from an Opera: O! Were I One

O! were I one of the Olympian twelve,

Their godships should pass this into law,—

That when a man doth set himself in toil

After some beauty veiléd far away,

Each step he took should make his lady's hand

More soft, more white, and her fair cheek more fair;

And for each briar-berry he might eat,

A kiss should bud upon the tree of love,

And pulp and ripen richer every hour,

To melt away upon the traveller's lips.