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22 lines
904 B
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1816
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ON A DREAM
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by John Keats
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As Hermes once took to his feathers light
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When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,
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So on a Delphic reed my idle spright
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So play'd, so charm'd, so conquer'd, so bereft
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The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes,
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And, seeing it asleep, so fled away:
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Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
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Nor unto Tempe where Jove griev'd a day;
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But to that second circle of sad hell,
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Where 'mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
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Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
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Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
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Pale were the lips I kiss'd, and fair the form
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I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
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THE END
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