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My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains	A
My sense as though of hemlock I had drunk	B
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains	A
One minute past and Lethe wards had sunk	B
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot	C
But being too happy in thine happiness	D
That thou light winged Dryad of the trees	E
In some melodious plot	C
Of beechen green and shadows numberless	E
Singest of summer in full throated ease	E
	-
O for a draught of vintage that hath been	F
Cool'd a long age in the deep delved earth	G
Tasting of Flora and the country green	H
Dance and Proven ccedil al song and sunburnt mirth	G
O for a beaker full of the warm South	I
Full of the true the blushful Hippocrene	H
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim	J
And purple stained mouth	I
That I might drink and leave the world unseen	H
And with thee fade away into the forest dim	J
	-
Fade far away dissolve and quite forget	K
What thou among the leaves hast never known	H
The weariness the fever and the fret	K
Here where men sit and hear each other groan	H
Where palsy shakes a few sad last gray hairs	E
Where youth grows pale and spectre thin and dies	E
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow	L
And leaden eyed despairs	E
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes	E
Or new Love pine at them beyond to morrow	L
	-
Away away for I will fly to thee	M
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards	E
But on the viewless wings of Poesy	E
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards	E
Already with thee tender is the night	N
And haply the Queen Moon is on her throne	H
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays	E
But here there is no light	N
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown	H
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways	E
	-
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet	O
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs	E
But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet	O
Wherewith the seasonable month endows	E
The grass the thicket and the fruit tree wild	P
White hawthorn and the pastoral eglantine	H
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves	E
And mid May's eldest child	P
The coming musk rose full of dewy wine	H
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves	E
	-
Darkling I listen and for many a time	Q
I have been half in love with easeful Death	R
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme	Q
To take into the air my quiet breath	R
Now more than ever seems it rich to die	S
To cease upon the midnight with no pain	H
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad	T
In such an ecstasy	E
Still wouldst thou sing and I have ears in vain	H
To thy high requiem become a sod	U
	-
Thou wast not born for death immortal Bird	V
No hungry generations tread thee down	H
The voice I hear this passing night was heard	V
In ancient days by emperor and clown	H
Perhaps the self same song that found a path	W
Through the sad heart of Ruth when sick for home	X
She stood in tears amid the alien corn	H
The same that oft times hath	W
Charm'd magic casements opening on the foam	X
Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn	H
	-
Forlorn the very word is like a bell	Y
To toll me back from thee to my sole self	Z
Adieu the fancy cannot cheat so well	Y
As she is fam'd to do deceiving elf	Z
Adieu adieu thy plaintive anthem fades	E
Past the near meadows over the still stream	A2
Up the hill side and now 'tis buried deep	B2
In the next valley glades	E
Was it a vision or a waking dream	A2
Fled is that music Do I wake or sleep	B2

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