John Keats Ode to a Nightingale

HDHDHDHD. YOU WON T REGRET IT. 30 Min. making this, 2 hours rendering in Full HD, 1 1, 2 hours uploading it. I also upped the bass a little to give his voice a little boom. ,like it needed it. So uh Enjoy his face and voice. :) My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethewards had sunk: Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, That thou, lightwinged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in fullthroated ease. O, for a draught of vintage that hath been Cool d a long age in the deepdelved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded br, br,