"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, Sweet Hope! celestial influence round me shed Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head."
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Source: John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.6, Рипол Классик
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