Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
John KeatsWhere are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.
John KeatsGive me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
John KeatsWhere are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.
John Keats