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This Living Hand – poem by John Keats | Poets.org

December 16, 2012 · 5:26 PM

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-calmed--see here it is--

I hold it towards you.


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