John Keats, by William Hilton
George Meredith

The Poetry of Keats

The song of a nightingale sent thro’ a slumbrous valley,
Low-lidded with twilight, and tranced with the dolorous sound,
Tranced with a tender enchantment; the yearning of passion
That wins immortality even while panting delirious with death.
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