Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port,
Away with old Hock and madeira,
Too earthy ye are for my sport;
There's a beverage brighter and clearer.
Instead of piriful rummer,
my wine overbrims a whole summer;
My bowl is the sky,
And I drink at my eye,
Till I Feel in the brain
A Delphian Pain-
Then follow, my Caius! then follow:
On the green of the hill
We will drink our fill
Of golden sunshine,
till our brains intertwine
With the glory and grace of Apollo!
-A Draught of Sunshine, John Keats
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I love the Mary Olive poem, Wild Geese, and especially your blog name quote!
Also love the picture, reminds me of relaxing summer days!
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Fabulous post today! Keats can do no wrong in my eyes. He's pretty amazing!ReplyDelete
this is lovely. i simply adore keats.ReplyDelete
Oh my goodness this photo just makes me want to move to the countryside. Big huge sigh.ReplyDelete