[00:01.76]My heart aches,and a drowsy numbness pains
[00:06.66]My sense,as though of hemlock I had drunk,
[00:09.71]Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
[00:14.09]One minute past,and Lethe-wards had sunk:
[00:17.28]’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
[00:21.92]But being too happy in thine happiness,--
[00:25.39]That thou,light winged Dryad of the trees,
[00:27.98]In some melodious plot
[00:29.68]Of beechen green,and shadows numberless
[00:32.62]Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
[00:38.67]O,for a draught of vintage! That hath been
[00:42.73]Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
[00:46.55]Tasting of Flora and the country green,
[00:50.19]Dance,and Provencal song,and sun-burnt mirth!
[00:55.53]O,for a beaker full of the warm South,
[00:59.45]Full of the true,the blushful Hippocrene,
[01:02.05]With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
[01:04.96]And purple stained mouth;
[01:07.08]That I might drink,and leave the world unseen,
[01:11.68]And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
[01:16.42]Fade far away,dissolve,and quite forget
[01:23.01]What thou among the leaves hast never known,
[01:26.37]The weariness,the fever,and the fret
[01:31.09]Here,where men sit and hear each other groan;
[01:33.95]Where palsy shakes a few,sad,last gray hairs,
[01:39.73]Where youth grows pale,and spectre-thin,and dies;
[01:45.81]Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
[01:49.93]And leaden-eyed despairs,
[01:51.79]Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
[01:56.10]Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow
[02:00.02]Away!away!for I will fly to thee,
[02:05.56]Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
[02:08.78]But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
[02:11.04]Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
[02:15.80]Already with thee!tender is the night,
[02:20.10]And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
[02:23.50]Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;
[02:26.93]But here there is no light,
[02:30.67]Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
[02:35.08]Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
[02:39.16]I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
[02:42.95]Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
[02:46.18]But ,in embalmed darkness,guess each sweet
[02:50.84]Wherewith the seasonable month endows
[02:53.01]The grass,the thicket,and the fruit-tree wild;
[02:56.11]White hawthorn,and the pastoral eglantine;
[03:00.89]Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;
[03:04.99]And mid-May’s eldest child,
[03:07.58]The coming musk-rose,full of dewy wine,
[03:12.06]The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
[03:16.82]Darkling I listen;and ,for many a time
[03:22.09]I have been half in love with easeful Death
[03:25.93]Call’d him soft names in many a mused rime
[03:29.98]To take into the air my quiet breath;
[03:35.04]Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
[03:39.15]To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
[03:43.77]While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
[03:47.86]In such an ecstasy!
[03:50.20]Still wouldst thou sing,and I have ears in vain—
[03:55.46]To thy high requiem become a sod.
[04:01.19]Thou wast not born for death,immortal Bird!
[04:06.20]No hungry generations tread thee down;
[04:09.80]The voice I hear this passing night was heard
[04:14.60]In ancient days by emperor and clown:
[04:16.59]Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
[04:20.01]Through the sad heart of Ruth,when,sick for home,
[04:22.95]She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
[04:26.73]The same that oft-times hath，
[04:29.02]Charm’d magic casement,opening on the foam
[04:32.75]Of perilous seas,in faery lands forlorn.
[04:37.38]Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
[04:41.31]To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
[04:44.82]Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well
[04:49.39]As she is fam’d to do,deceiving elf.
[04:52.82]Adieu! adieu! Thy plaintive anthem fades
[04:57.90]Past the near meadows,over the still stream,
[05:00.61]Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep
[05:04.23]In the next valley-glades:
[05:06.83]Was it a vision,or a waking dream?
[05:10.60]Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?
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