If I am destined to be happy with you here — how short is the longest Life. - John Keats

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth.
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream — he awoke and found it truth.