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 Dryard of the trees
8. In some melodious plot
9. Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
10. Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
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 Provencal 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 bubbes 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:
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.
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 there there is no light,
39. Save what from heaven is with breezes blown
40. Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
41. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
42. Not what soft incens hangs upon the boughts,
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 chidl,
49. The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
50. The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
51. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
52. I have been half in live 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 ecstasy!
59. Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain ---
60. To thy high requiem become a sod.
61. Thou was not born for death, immortal Bird!
62. No hungry generation 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 feery lands forlorn.
71. Forlorn! the very work 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?
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