Keats

In a letter postmarked #OTD 1819 Keats writes to Fanny Brawne :

"I almost wish we were butterflies and 

liv'd but three summer days… 

Three such days with you 

I could fill with more delight 

than fifty common years could ever contain"

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For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: 

I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.

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