"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"I myself am pursuing the same instinctive course as the veriest human animal you can think of I am, however young, writing at random straining at particles of light in the midst of a great darkness without knowing the bearing of any one assertion, of any one opinion. Yet may I not in this be free from sin?"
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Source: John Keats (1820). “The Complete Works of John Keats”, p.38
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