My heart
aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense,
as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied
some dull opiate to the drains
One minute
past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
’Tis not
through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Η πρώτη στροφή από το ποίημα του Άγγλου ρομαντικού ποιητή John Keats, "Ode to a Nightingale"
