In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
John KeatsWe have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
John KeatsIn a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.
John KeatsWe have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
John Keats