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22 lines
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TO ONE WHO HAS BEEN LONG IN CITY PENT
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by John Keats
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To one who has been long in city pent,
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'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
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And open face of heaven,- to breathe a prayer
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Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
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Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,
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Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
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Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
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And gentle tale of love and languishment?
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Returning home at evening, with an ear
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Catching the notes of Philomel,- an eye
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Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career,
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He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
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E'en like the passage of an angel's tear
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That falls through the clear ether silently.
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THE END
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