Do not take the trouble of writing me much: merely send me my goodnight to put under my pillow.
(Source: itwasbutadreamofthee)
I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud
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- John Keats: I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud.
- Fanny Brawne: Who was the figure?
- John Keats: I must have had my eyes closed because I can't remember.
- Fanny Brawne: And yet you remember the treetops.
- John Keats: Not so well as I remember the lips.
- Fanny Brawne: Whose lips? Were they my lips?
