Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades 75
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? 80
John Keats.
CCXXIII
ODE TO A SKYLARK.
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,