I love this by Keats..... O come, dearest Emma! the rose is full blown, And the riches of Flora are lavishly strown; The air is all softness, and chrystal the streams, And the west is resplendently cloathed in beams. We will hasten, my fair, to the opening glades, The quaintly carv'd seats, and the freshening shades; Where the fairies are chaunting their evening hymns, And in the last sun-beam the sylph lightly swims. And when thou art weary, I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses, and flowers, to pillow thy head; There, beauteous Emma, I'll sit at thy feet, While my story of love I enraptur'd repeat. So fondly I'll breathe, and so softly I'll sigh, Thou wilt think that some amorous zephyr is nigh; Ah! no--as I breathe it, I press thy fair knee, And then, thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me. Then why, lovely girl, should we lose all these blisses? That mortal's a fool who such happiness misses; So smile acquiescence, and give me thy hand, With love-looking eyes, and with voice sweetly bland.