I just love this poem, maybe because I often feel the emotions that Keats is so eloquently expressing, the want to stay and the need to go, if only temporarily. I just adore this line:
"Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
For skies Italian, and an inward groan
To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,
And half forget what world or worldling meant."
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"Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
For skies Italian, and an inward groan
To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,
And half forget what world or worldling meant."
Great poem!