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John Milton

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15

Afford a present to the Infant God?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,

To welcome him to this his new abode,

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LIII.

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John Keats·1795–1821·Romanticism
nd she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun,And she forgot the blue above the trees,And she forgot the dells where waters run,And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze; 420She had no knowledge when the day was done,And the new morn she saw not: but in peaceHung over her sweet Basil evermore,And moisten'd it with tears unto the core.