<Dd> To thy high requiem become a sod. 60 </Dd> <Dl> <Dd> Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! </Dd> <Dd> No hungry generations tread thee down; </Dd> <Dd> The voice I hear this passing night was heard </Dd> <Dd> In ancient days by emperor and clown: </Dd> <Dd> Perhaps the self - same song that found a path 65 </Dd> <Dd> Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, </Dd> <Dd> She stood in tears amid the alien corn; </Dd> <Dd> The same that ofttimes hath </Dd> <Dd> Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam </Dd> <Dd> Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 70 </Dd> </Dl> <Dd> Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! </Dd> <Dd> No hungry generations tread thee down; </Dd>

Ode to a nightingale by john keats poem