The Fall of Hyperion - Keats
The poet and the dreamer are diverse, anithesis, sheer opposites,
anitipodes.
The one pours out a balm upon the world
The other vexes it.
You will vex yourself with dreaming
There is no way to survive each day
With the tease of a gleaming life
You cannot have or once had.
All the praise of fancy and musing,
'Go wish that wish, lick the honey-dew dish!'
Is a brittle shell hiding hidden hell.
We turn and burn in such dreams.
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