Past the near meadows, over the still dream,
Up the hill side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a wicked dream?
Fled is that music; -Do I wake or sleep?
- "Ode to a Nightingale"
John Keats (1795-1821)
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