Ode to a Nightingale - John Keats
if you haven't already...go read this one through a few times. out loud.
..singest of summer in full-throated ease..
..O! for a draught of vintage! that hath been cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, tasting of flora and the country-green, dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South!..
..that i might drink, and leave the world unseen, and with thee fade away into the forest dim..
..to think is to be full of sorrow..
..already with thee! tender is the night..
..for many a time i have been half in love..
..forlorn! the very word is like a bell to toll me back from thee to my sole self!..
..was it a vision, or a waking dream?..
..singest of summer in full-throated ease..
..O! for a draught of vintage! that hath been cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, tasting of flora and the country-green, dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South!..
..that i might drink, and leave the world unseen, and with thee fade away into the forest dim..
..to think is to be full of sorrow..
..already with thee! tender is the night..
..for many a time i have been half in love..
..forlorn! the very word is like a bell to toll me back from thee to my sole self!..
..was it a vision, or a waking dream?..