Ode to a Nightingale

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied ______ dull opiate to the drains
One minute 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
______ beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath ______
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting ______ Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, ______ sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the ______ South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With ______ bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That ______ might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with ______ fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast ______ known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, ______ men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy ______ a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is ______ be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty ______ keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at ______ beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on ______ viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes ______ retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And ______ the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster'd around by ______ her starry Fays;
But here there is no light,
______ what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through ______ glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what ______ are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs ______ the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
______ the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and ______ fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast ______ violets cover'd up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child,
______ coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt ______ flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for ______ a time
I have been half in love with ______ Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now ______ than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease ______ the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring ______ thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst ______ sing, and I have ears in vain -
To ______ high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born ______ death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
______ voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ______ days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song ______ found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the ______ corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm'd magic casements, ______ on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To ______ me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! ______ fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam'd ______ do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
______ the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
______ it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is ______ music: - Do I wake or sleep?

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