It reminds me of another absolutely fabulous poem by Keats, that starts like this:
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm tops ‘mong the freezing stars! To thee the spring will be a harvest time. (...)
It reminds me of another absolutely fabulous poem by Keats, that starts like this:
ResponderEliminarO thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind,
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops ‘mong the freezing stars!
To thee the spring will be a harvest time.
(...)
O thou, whose only book has been the light
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Otro magnífico poema.