When by my solitary hearth I sit,And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;When no fair dreams be
When by my solitary hearth I sit,And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;When no fair dreams before my ‘mind’s eye’ flit,And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.Keats -- source link
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