"Ode to a Nightingale"
By
John Keats
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Ode to a Nightingale.
1.
1My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
2My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
3Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
4One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk
5'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
6But being too happy in thine happiness, —
7That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
8In some melodious plot
9Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
10Singest of summer in full-throated ease.