these pictures remind me of fairytales
i dream like this everyday
Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees | |
Fledge the wild-ridgèd mountains steep by steep; | |
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees, | |
The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep; | |
And in the midst of this wide quietness | |
A rosy sanctuary will I dress | |
With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, | |
With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, | |
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, | |
Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same; | |
And there shall be for thee all soft delight | |
That shadowy thought can win, | |
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, | |
To let the warm Love in!
- john keats ode to psyche
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