To Hampstead, Nw3 (Near The House Of John Keats) Poem by Thomas James Martin
To Hampstead, Nw3 (Near The House Of John Keats)
Drinking your coffee
And sipping your beer
Alone and palely loitering,
Sleeping on the Heath
Near Beauty-Truth's dream,
Going nowhere
But, alas, no where to go,
I go up to the Public Baths at noon
And come down to eye your women.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alone
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