Friday, October 12, 2012

Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy

John Keats. 1795–1821
624. Ode to a Nightingale

And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne
   Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays
          But here there is no light,
  Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
    Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.  40













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