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John Keats

Extracts from an Opera: The Daisy's Song


The sun, with his great eye,

Sees not so much as I;

And the moon, all silver-proud,

Might as well be in a cloud.


And O the spring—the spring!

I lead the life of a king!

Couch'd in the teeming grass,

I spy each pretty lass.


I look where no one dares,

And I stare where no one stares,

And when the night is nigh,

Lambs bleat my lullaby.