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 JOHN KEATS

And always, at the rising of the sun, About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn. On spleenful unicorn.

I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown

Before the vine-wreath crown! I saw parch'd Abyssinia rouse and sing I saw the whelming vintage hotly pierce

Old Tartary the fierce'

The kings of Ind their jewel-sceptres vail, And from their treasures scatter pearled hail; Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans,

And all his priesthood moans, Before young Bacchus' eye-wink turning pale. Into these regions came I, following him,

Sick-hearted, weary so I took a whim

To stray away into these forests drear,

Alone, without a peer: And I have told thec all thou mayest hear.

Young Stranger!

I've been a ranger In search of pleasure throughout every clime;

Alas' 'tis not for me'

Bcwitch'd I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime.

Come then, Sorrow,

Sweetest Sorrow' Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast:

I thought to leave thee,

And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best.

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