"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"... the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it."
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Source: John Keats (1914*). “The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats”, p.266, Рипол Классик
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