This pleasant tale is like a little copse: <br />The honied lines so freshly interlace, <br />To keep the reader in so sweet a place, <br />So that he here and there full-hearted stops; <br />And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops <br />Come cool and suddenly against his face, <br />And, by the wandering melody, may trace <br />Which way the tender-legged linnet hops. <br />Oh! what a power has white Simplicity! <br />What mighty power has this gentle story! <br />I, that do ever feel athirst for glory, <br />Could at this moment be content to lie <br />Meekly upon the grass, as those whose sobbings <br />Were heard of none beside the mournful robins.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-on-a-blank-space/
