“My spirit is too weak — mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.”
More from John Keats
“On the shore of the wide world I stand alone.”
“I burn’d And ached for wings.”
“The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.”
“I have so much of you in my heart.”