Part of the beauty of poetry is that it contains images, pictures that are called to mind by the words. Everyone who reads the poem sees it in a different way. Here are some of the pictures that Keats's poem gives rise to in my head. Subscribe to "Ano sensei!" and never miss another video! Keats playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzVb6yL_jY6__Ggcolp45tUrKxZFm3a8P Website: https://educationalhub.org/anosensei/ ================================================================== My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease...