solitary hearth sit,When no fair dreams “mind’s eye” flit,And bare hea — John Keats, Complete Poems

John Keats The Complete Poems

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When by my solitary hearth I sit,When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit,And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.

John Keats, The Complete Poems

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