She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more
He could not help but kiss her and adore.


The complete works of John Keats (ed. 1817)


She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

She press'd his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.