Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats
Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the Read More …