Poetry fragment. For complete poetry/information go to John Keats webpage . While feeling the senses of scent and taste, I see the written lines of the dead poet, I hear his whispering fragrant voice in the nocturnal darkness and an aromatic breath goes deeper in my olfaction, warms some dewy drops on my skin and the nightingale kisses me, the soul... touches me, my senses, awakes me, all of me, into the perfume of the poetry. Sense it!Feel it! "...tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs , But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass , the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn , and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast f...
