The Eve of St. Agnes – John Keats

The Eve of St. Agnes – John Keats

I have always thought of Keats’ poetry as ‘chocolate for the ears’.  I find his words so sumptious and rich, like the cream inside a piece of very good mille feuille.  When I read his works, I feel that I am being enveloped in a warm blanket and hand fed little dark chocolate truffles with warm milk on a winter’s evening, with a log fire roaring in the background. 

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