Poetry Help John Keats?

ode nightingale

heart aches, , drowsy numbness pains
sense, though of hemlock had drunk,
or emptied dull opiate drains
1 minute past, , lethe-wards had sunk:
'tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
being happy in thine happiness, -
thou, light-winged dryad of trees,
in melodious plot
of beechen green , shadows numberless,
singest of summer in full-throated ease.

o, draught of vintage! hath been
cool'd long age in deep-delved earth,
tasting of flora , country green,
dance, , provençal song, , sunburnt mirth!
o beaker full of warm south,
full of true, blushful hippocrene,
beaded bubbles winking @ brim,
, purple-stained mouth;
might drink, , leave world unseen,
, thee fade away forest dim:

fade far away, dissolve, , quite forget
thou among leaves hast never known,
weariness, fever, , fret
here, men sit , hear each other groan;
palsy shakes few, sad, last gray hairs,
youth grows pale, , spectre-thin, , dies;
think full of sorrow
, leaden-eyed despairs,
beauty cannot keep lustrous eyes,
or new love pine @ them beyond to-morrow.

away! away! fly thee,
not charioted bacchus , pards,
on viewless wings of poesy,
though dull brain perplexes , retards:
thee! tender night,
, haply queen-moon on throne,
cluster'd around starry fays;
here there no light,
save heaven breezes blown
through verdurous glooms , winding mossy ways.

cannot see flowers @ feet,
nor soft incense hangs upon boughs,
but, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
wherewith seasonable month endows
grass, thicket, , fruit-tree wild;
white hawthorn, , pastoral eglantine;
fast fading violets cover'd in leaves;
, mid-may's eldest child,
coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

darkling listen; and, many time
have been half in love easeful death,
call'd him soft names in many mused rhyme,
take air quiet breath;
more ever seems rich die,
cease upon midnight no pain,
while thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
in such ecstasy!
still wouldst thou sing, , have ears in vain -
thy high requiem become sod.

thou wast not born death, immortal bird!
no hungry generations tread thee down;
voice hear passing night heard
in ancient days emperor , clown:
perhaps self-same song found path
through sad heart of ruth, when, sick home,
stood in tears amid alien corn;
same oft-times hath
charm'd magic casements, opening on foam
of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

forlorn! word bell
toll me thee sole self!
adieu! fancy cannot cheat
fam'd do, deceiving elf.
adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
past near meadows, on still stream,
hill-side; , 'tis buried deep
in next valley-glades:
vision, or waking dream?
fled music: - wake or sleep?

john keats

know, ode poem of praise. in poem, keats praises nightingale loveliness of song. says song affects him wine or other drug. says song makes him both happy , sad -- happy because of beautiful sound , power stir spirit , stimulate imagination, sad because beauty of song contrasts many of life's ugly, painful realities, such sickness , death. end of poem, he's not sure whether he's awake or asleep, whether has been hearing actual bird or experiencing dream.

i bored , started reading poetry . i've come dead end poem ode nightingale john keats. please me understand it's , of special techniques used in (if there any) , etc . thanks

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