"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"I came to feel how far above All fancy, pride, and fickle maidenhood, All earthly pleasure, all imagined good, Was the warm tremble of a devout kiss."
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Source: John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.105, Рипол Классик
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