Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
John KeatsI see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.
John KeatsWhatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not
John KeatsI see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.
John Keats