The Summer August 1898, Herne House, Suffolk
The Summer
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
‘Ode to a Nightingale’, John Keats
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