ELFS_MS_005B ODE ON INDOLENCE

Gwyllm Llwydd

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“The blissful cloud of summer-indolence

Benumb’d my eyes; my pulse grew less and less;

Pain had no string, and pleasure’s wreath no flower:

O, why did ye not melt, and leave my sense

Unhaunted quite of all but-nothingness?”

“Ode on Indolence,” by John Keats

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