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Carey Mulligan - The Guardian - January 2014

Carey Mulligan - The Guardian - January 2014

"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 thy 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.” 

brumbaughfett:

For christ’s sake there are children on this website

Heaven.