Poetry Tuesday: Love Poems for Spring, John Keats Edition

John Keats had the consumption, which I still maintain is the most poetic of all diseases. 

O Blush not so! O blush not so!

Or I shall think you knowing; 

And if you smile the blushing while, 

 Then maidenheads are going.

There's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't,

And a blush for having done it; 

There's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, 

And a blush for just begun it.

O sigh not so! O sigh not so!
For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin;

By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips 

And fought in an amorous nipping.

Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,

  For it only will last our youth out, 

And we have the prime of the kissing time,   

We have not one sweet tooth out.

There's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay,
And a sigh for "I can't bear it!"

O what can be done, shall we stay or run? 

O cut the sweet apple and share it!

~John Keats