Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
letter to Fanny Brawne, August 1820, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) Letters of John Keats (1958) vol. 2
Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
letter to Fanny Brawne, August 1820, in H. E. Rollins (ed.) Letters of John Keats (1958) vol. 2