Mercutio
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and
shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
John Keats
The Barney Fella
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and
shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
John Keats
The Barney Fella