"Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."
"'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?"
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Source: John Keats (1867). “The Life and Letters of John Keats”, p.196
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