Fairy Seas



The voice I hear this passing night was heard
    In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
    Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home,
        She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
            The same that oft-times hath
    Charm'd magic casement, opening on the foam
        Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

-John Keats (1795-1821),
Ode to a Nightingale







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