John Keats Quotes
Turn the key deftly in the oilud wards, / And seal the hushud Casket of my Soul.
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Oh what can ail thee, wretched wight, / Alone and palely loitering; / The sedge is withered from the lake, / And no birds sing.
- John Keats
