Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the ai… - John Keats

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death...

E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm'd — see here it is —
I hold it towards you.

The sweet converse of an innocent mind.