[00:01.76]My heart aches,and a drowsy numbness pains[00:06.66]My sense,as though of hemlock I had drunk,[00:09.71]Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains[00:14.09]One minute past,and Lethe-wards had sunk:[00:17.28]’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,[00:21.92]But being too happy in thine happiness,--[00:25.39]That thou,light winged Dryad of the trees,[00:27.98]In some melodious plot[00:29.68]Of beechen green,and shadows numberless[00:32.62]Singest of summer in full-throated ease.[00:38.67]O,for a draught of vintage! That hath been[00:42.73]Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,[00:46.55]Tasting of Flora and the country green,[00:50.19]Dance,and Provencal song,and sun-burnt mirth![00:55.53]O,for a beaker full of the warm South,[00:59.45]Full of the true,the blushful Hippocrene,[01:02.05]With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,[01:04.96]And purple stained mouth;[01:07.08]That I might drink,and leave the world unseen,[01:11.68]And with thee fade away into the forest dim:[01:16.42]Fade far away,dissolve,and quite forget[01:23.01]What thou among the leaves hast never known,[01:26.37]The weariness,the fever,and the fret[01:31.09]Here,where men sit and hear each other groan;[01:33.95]Where palsy shakes a few,sad,last gray hairs,[01:39.73]Where youth grows pale,and spectre-thin,and dies;[01:45.81]Where but to think is to be full of sorrow[01:49.93]And leaden-eyed despairs,[01:51.79]Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,[01:56.10]Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow[02:00.02]Away!away!for I will fly to thee,[02:05.56]Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,[02:08.78]But on the viewless wings of Poesy,[02:11.04]Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:[02:15.80]Already with thee!tender is the night,[02:20.10]And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,[02:23.50]Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;[02:26.93]But here there is no light,[02:30.67]Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown[02:35.08]Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.[02:39.16]I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,[02:42.95]Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,[02:46.18]But ,in embalmed darkness,guess each sweet[02:50.84]Wherewith the seasonable month endows[02:53.01]The grass,the thicket,and the fruit-tree wild;[02:56.11]White hawthorn,and the pastoral eglantine;[03:00.89]Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;[03:04.99]And mid-May’s eldest child,[03:07.58]The coming musk-rose,full of dewy wine,[03:12.06]The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.[03:16.82]Darkling I listen;and ,for many a time[03:22.09]I have been half in love with easeful Death[03:25.93]Call’d him soft names in many a mused rime[03:29.98]To take into the air my quiet breath;[03:35.04]Now more than ever seems it rich to die,[03:39.15]To cease upon the midnight with no pain,[03:43.77]While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad[03:47.86]In such an ecstasy![03:50.20]Still wouldst thou sing,and I have ears in vain—[03:55.46]To thy high requiem become a sod.[04:01.19]Thou wast not born for death,immortal Bird![04:06.20]No hungry generations tread thee down;[04:09.80]The voice I hear this passing night was heard[04:14.60]In ancient days by emperor and clown:[04:16.59]Perhaps the self-same song that found a path[04:20.01]Through the sad heart of Ruth,when,sick for home,[04:22.95]She stood in tears amid the alien corn;[04:26.73]The same that oft-times hath,[04:29.02]Charm’d magic casement,opening on the foam[04:32.75]Of perilous seas,in faery lands forlorn.[04:37.38]Forlorn! the very word is like a bell[04:41.31]To toll me back from thee to my sole self![04:44.82]Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well[04:49.39]As she is fam’d to do,deceiving elf.[04:52.82]Adieu! adieu! Thy plaintive anthem fades[04:57.90]Past the near meadows,over the still stream,[05:00.61]Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep[05:04.23]In the next valley-glades:[05:06.83]Was it a vision,or a waking dream?[05:10.60]Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?[05:21.27]