“I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.”

— John Keats , Ode to a Nightingale

Stanza 5
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale

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English Romantic poet 1795–1821

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“I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.”