"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully, espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream."
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Source: John Keats (1818). “Endymion: A Poetic Romance”, p.43
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