“But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.”

—  John Keats, Ode on Melancholy

"Ode on Melancholy", st. 2
Poems (1820)

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