John Keats: The Eve of St. Agnes (1820)
Version vom 10.2.2015
“Full of this whim was thoughtful Madeline: / The music, yearning like a God in pain, / She scarcely heard: her maiden eyes divine, / Fix’d on the floor, saw many a sweeping train / Pass by – she heeded not at all: in vain / Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, / And back retir’d; not cool’d by high disdain, / But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere; / She sigh’d for Agnes’ dreams, the sweetest of the year.”
