"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!"
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Source: John Keats (1948). “John Keats”
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