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Keats once saw a young lady for a few minutes and was so captivated by her that he even felt heartbroken.
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TIME’S sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,
Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
Since I was tangled in thy beauty’s web,
And snared by the ungloving of thine hand.
And yet I never look on midnight sky,
But I behold thine eyes’ well memoried light;
I cannot look upon the rose’s dye,
But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight.
I cannot look on any budding flower,
But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips
And harkening for a love-sound, doth devour
Its sweets in the wrong sense:—Thou dost eclipse
Every delight with sweet remembering,
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.
Note
Later, it was discovered that the last two lines of this poem To - ["Time's sea"]
Every delight with sweet remembering,
And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.
bear some rhythmic resemblance to these lines from Shakespeare’s sonnet CXIII:
Even so, being full of your ne'er cloying sweetness,
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding.
No wonder a footnote to Keats’ poem once mentioned, “In the rhythmic handling of emotional structure and the gradually intensifying musicality, it closely resembles Shakespeare’s sonnets.”