Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology

Mapping Keats’s Progress
A Critical Chronology

Unfelt, unheard, unseen

  • Unfelt, unheard, unseen,
  • I’ve left my little queen,
  • Her languid arms in silver slumber dying:
  • Ah! through their nestling touch,
  • Who, who could tell how much
  • There is for madness — cruel, or complying?
  • Those faery lids how sleek,
  • Those lips how moist — they speak,
  • In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds;
  • Into my fancy’s ear
  • Melting a burden dear,
  • How “love doth know no fullness nor no bounds.”
  • True tender monitors,
  • I bend unto your laws:
  • This sweetest day for dalliance was born;
  • So, without more ado,
  • I’ll feel my heaven anew,
  • For all the blushing of the hasty morn.

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Keats, John. “Unfelt, unheard, unseen.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, by G. Kim Blank. Edition 3.9 , University of Victoria, 8 April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_unfelt_unheard_unseen.html.

Chicago Style: Note

John Keats, “Unfelt, unheard, unseen,” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.9 , last modified 8th April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_unfelt_unheard_unseen.html.

Chicago Style: Bibliography

Keats, John. “Unfelt, unheard, unseen.” Mapping Keats’s Progress: A Critical Chronology, Edition 3.9 , last modified 8th April 2021. https://johnkeats.uvic.ca/poem_unfelt_unheard_unseen.html.