Category Archives: John Keats

ODE TO PSYCHE

O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung          By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be sung          Even into thine own soft-conched ear: Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see          The winged … Continue reading

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