‘How is it, shadows, that I knew ye not? How came ye muffled in so hush a masque?’
‘Ode on Indolence’, 11-12
‘The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone…’
John Keats
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