John Keats Quote

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.


The Poems of John Keats (ed. 1905)


Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.