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Oda a un ruiseñor, por Juan Peña



Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

  To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

  As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

  Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

  Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

     In the next valley-glades:

  Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

  Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?


John Keats. Ode to a Nightingale.



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