"Ode to a Nightingale"
by John Keats (1795-1821)



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1   My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 
2      My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, 
3   Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains 
4      One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 
5   'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, 
6      But being too happy in thine happiness,--- 
7         That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, 
8            In some melodious plot 
9      Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, 
10         Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 


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11   O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been 
12      Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, 
13   Tasting of Flora and the country green, 
14      Dance, and Provenšal song, and sunburnt mirth! 
15   O for a beaker full of the warm South, 
16      Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, 
17         With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, 
18            And purple-stained mouth; 
19      That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, 
20         And with thee fade away into the forest dim: 


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21   Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget 
22      What thou among the leaves hast never known, 
23   The weariness, the fever, and the fret 
24      Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; 
25   Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, 
26      Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; 
27         Where but to think is to be full of sorrow 
28            And leaden-eyed despairs, 
29      Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, 
30         Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 


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31   Away! away! for I will fly to thee, 
32      Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, 
33   But on the viewless wings of Poesy, 
34      Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: 
35   Already with thee! tender is the night, 
36      And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, 
37         Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; 
38            But here there is no light, 
39      Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 
40         Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 


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41   I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, 
42      Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, 
43   But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet 
44      Wherewith the seasonable month endows 
45   The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; 
46      White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; 
47         Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; 
48            And mid-May's eldest child, 
49      The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, 
50         The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 


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51   Darkling I listen; and, for many a time 
52      I have been half in love with easeful Death, 
53   Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, 
54      To take into the air my quiet breath; 
55   Now more than ever seems it rich to die, 
56      To cease upon the midnight with no pain, 
57         While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad 
58            In such an ecstacy! 
59      Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain--- 
60         To thy high requiem become a sod. 


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61   Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! 
62      No hungry generations tread thee down; 
63   The voice I hear this passing night was heard 
64      In ancient days by emperor and clown: 
65   Perhaps the self-same song that found a path 
66      Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, 
67         She stood in tears amid the alien corn; 
68            The same that oft-times hath 
69      Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam 
70         Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 


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71   Forlorn! the very word is like a bell 
72      To toll me back from thee to my sole self! 
73   Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well 
74      As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. 
75   Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades 
76      Past the near meadows, over the still stream, 
77         Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep 
78            In the next valley-glades: 
79      Was it a vision, or a waking dream? 
80         Fled is that music:---Do I wake or sleep?