Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains     My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains     One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,     But being too happy in thine happiness, -         That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,                 In some... Continue Reading →

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