"and pomp, and feast, and revelry,
with mask, and antique pageantry,
such sights as youthful poets dream
on summer eves by haunted stream.
then to the well-trod stage anon,
if jonson's learned sock be on,
or sweetest shakespeare, fancy's child,
warble his native wood-notes wild,
and ever, against eating cares,
lap me in soft lydian airs,
married to immortal verse
such as the meeting soul may pierce,
in notes with many a winding bout
of linked sweetness long drawn out."
/john milton
r.e.m. - sweetness follows
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