Poems, by John Keats

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 nought,

And a blush for just begun it.

O sigh not so! O sigh not so!

For it sounds of Eve’s sweet pippin;

By those loosen’d hips, 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!