Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft names in many a mus?�d rhyme,To take into the air my quiet breath.
Related Authors: John Keats | Complete Poems | Selected Letters
Related Topics: death, poetry
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