Not To Emma Of Keats !

O come dearest Emma ! the stars bloom,
The spring just awakes from its gloom
The streams glide like pearls in the moon,
There the amorous zephyr doth swoon.

O come dearest Emma !my queen fair,
Thou art softer than the gentle air,
In the green abode ,yonder! see birds two,
Let us go now its time to woo.

O Emma ! in that beauteous land,
I like to take thy lovely hand,
My heart thumps but why not thine,
And I find thy moon to shine.

O come dearest Emma ! to the pond,
Where the elm trees clustered stand,
All the birds began to slumber,
Let us our old story of love remember.

I'll not press thy fair knee or thy feet,
Unlike my passionate friend Keat,
If thee consent,my tears will greet,
How long to dwell in dreams sweet ?

I find in thee an angel's grace,
But thou hardly differ from human race,
O Angel ! how unkind thou could be,
An angel yet human thou perplex me.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.