XI

by John Keats · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of La Belle Dame sans Merci

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke, and found me here

On the cold hill side.

#existential dread #isolation #john keats #nightmare

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