Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats (Reading)

Nerdwriter1Published: July 18, 20161 views
Published: July 18, 2016

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,
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