"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music."
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Source: Letter to George and Thomas Keats, 13 January 1818, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) 'The Letters of John Keats' (1958) vol. 1, p. 204
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