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A DAY-DREAM IN KENT.
In some remote, rich tract of Keats's mindThese woodlands might have grown, where all day long
Ten thousand nightingales their moonlight song
Rehearse, with bursting notes that load the wind
Like hyacinth-bells in spring. Sweet chance to find
In one delicious jungle, green and strong,
Growths of all climes—see birch-stems shine along
Dim rhododendron thickets, overtwined
With English woodbine! In so fair a dream
Those pigeons might be thoughts, through dream-lit glades
Winging their way to shadowy haunts unknown.
For ever might they fly; for ever gleam
Their wings through happier woods; each songster lone
For ever warble in more bowery shades!
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