"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"I am certain I have not a right feeling towards women -- at this moment I am striving to be just to them, but I cannot. Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination? When I was a schoolboy I thought a fair woman a pure Goddess; my mind was a soft nest in which some one of them slept, though she knew it not."
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Source: John Keats (2002). “Selected Letters”, p.128, Oxford University Press, USA
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