the day is gone

[riff]

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone.
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone
Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang'rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, paradise,
Vanish'd unseasonably at the shut of eve
When the dusk Holiday-- or Holinight--
Of fragrant curtain'd Love begins to weave
The woof of darkness, thick, for his delight;
But, as I've read Love's Missal through to-day
He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

-Keats

Poem or porno? G'night!