"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably"
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Source: John Keats, Jack Stillinger (1982). “Complete Poems”, p.374, Harvard University Press
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