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Show oc SONNET. K To one who has been long In city pent (' i 'TIs very sweet to look Into the fair And open face of heaven to breathe ( a prayer, i, Full in the smile of the1 blue firma- f, ment ' j' Who is more happy when, with heart i content, '' Fatigued ho sinks into somo pleas- r , ant lair f Of wavy grass, and reads a debon- 'i i air And gentle talc of lovo and languish- t ment? .; Returning home, at ovening, with an v ear Catching the notes of Philomol an V eye , Watching tho sailing cloudlet's bright f bright career, Ho mourns that day so soon has glided I by; E'en llko the passage of an angel's tear That falls through tho clear ether si- . lently. John Keats. oo . . |