More Keats:
My spirit is too weak
Mortality weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep
and each imagined pinnacle and steep
of godlike hardship tells me I must die
like a sick eagle looking at the sky
Dim-conceived glories of the brain...
More Keats:
My spirit is too weak
Mortality weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep
and each imagined pinnacle and steep
of godlike hardship tells me I must die
like a sick eagle looking at the sky