Fast fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's
eldest child, The coming
musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt
of flies on summer eves.
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And mid-May’s eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
john keatsAnd mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eyes.