"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories."
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Source: John Keats, Helen Vendler (1990). “Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard”, p.36, Harvard University Press
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