Endymion follow'd--for it seem'd that one 930
Ever pursued, the other strove to shun--
Follow'd their languid mazes, till well nigh
He had left of the mystery,--
And was now rapt in tender hoverings
Over the vanish'd bliss.
Ever pursued, the other strove to shun--
Follow'd their languid mazes, till well nigh
He had left of the mystery,--
And was now rapt in tender hoverings
Over the vanish'd bliss.
Keats
