As much as here is penn'd doth always find 850
A resting place, thus much comes clear and plain;
Anon the strange voice is upon the wane--
And 'tis but echo'd from departing sound,
That the fair at last unwound
Her gentle limbs, and left the youth asleep.
A resting place, thus much comes clear and plain;
Anon the strange voice is upon the wane--
And 'tis but echo'd from departing sound,
That the fair at last unwound
Her gentle limbs, and left the youth asleep.
Keats
