"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem'd to say 'Write! thou wilt never have a better day."
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Source: John Keats (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)”, p.44, Delphi Classics
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