Nature-notes and impressions : in prose and verse / by Madison Cawein [electronic text]

O let me sing as thou didst, Keats, and die! With soul poured on the circling starry night; When Dian's lune hangs dewy in the sky, And the wild nightingale with anguished might Bewails in some dense bramble's spicy dusk Its old heart-sorrow to the wild rose wan;

Or let me, like thyself, drink in the musk Of some dull draught from Lethe's waters drawn, And sink, as thou didst, into dreamless sleep, Where disappointment, heartache, grief and scorn, And human misery can no longer heap The soul that treads life's path set round with thorn; Ay! fall asleep, as thou didst fall asleep Under the alien skies, of hope forlorn!