The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/To John Hamilton Reynolds

by John Keats

TO JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS

Undated, but placed by Lord Houghton directly after the preceding in Life, Letters and Literary Remains.

O that a week could be an age, and we
Felt parting and warm meeting every week;
Then one poor year a thousand years would be,
The flush of welcome ever on the cheek:
So could we live long life in little space,
So time itself would be annihilate,
So a day's journey in oblivious haze
To serve our joys would lengthen and dilate.
O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind!
To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant!
In little time a host of joys to bind,
And keep our souls in one eternal pant!
This morn, my friend, and yester-evening taught
Me how to harbor such a happy thought.