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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