Line(s) of the Day #OdetoaNightengale

Ode to a Nightengale
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows

Taken from the poem ‘Ode to a Nightengale’ by the much loved English romantic poet John Keats (1795 – 1821).

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