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Essay Archive - Poem: My Heart Aches
Poem: My Heart Aches
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as thought of hemlock I had drunk
or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minnute past, and lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness-
That thou, light--winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singlest of summer in full-throated ease.
O for a draught of vintage! That hath been
Cooled a long age in the deep--delved earth.
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencel song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beak....
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