Ode to Happiness


Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades 
Past the near meadows, over the still stream, 
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep 
In the next valley-glades: 
Was it a vision, or a waking dream? 
Fled is that music: do I wake or sleep?
-John Keats (Ode to a Nightingale)

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