Sharing Eve’s Apple
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 won’t, and a blush for shan’t, And a blush for having done it:
There’s a blush for thought and a blush for naught, 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 yes, and a sigh for no, 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-



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