Since I have a blog. I will blithely be putting extracts that I come across in my favorite books. Maybe once in a while I might slip in a few of my own scribblings.
Wednesday, 08 June 2011
- John Keats Ode to a Nightingale
"I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness."
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