"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there."
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Source: John Keats (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)”, p.988, Delphi Classics
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