tis a gentle luxury to weep, That I have not the cloudy winds to keep Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye. Such dim-conceived glories of the brain Bring round the heart an indescribable feud ; So do these wonders a most dizzy pain, That mingles...
Life, letters, and literary remains, of John Keats - Seite 29
von Richard Monckton Milnes (1st baron Houghton.) - 1848