*john Keats The Haiku Poet
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an endless fountain
an immortal drink pouring
from heaven's brink
wreathing a flowery band
to bind us
to the earth
beauty moves away
the pall from
our dark spirits
a thing of beauty
a bower quiet for us,
a sleep full of sweet dreams
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