You give me life still, let me breathe
Keep my face on, you’re what I need
Leave the lights on, you’re all I see
the first thing you touch in the morning,
and the last thing you taste at night.
I’m writing a final research paper for my Romantics Period class on the allegorical representation, and progression, of John Keats and Fanny Brawne’s relationship in his “Ode to a Nightingale,” “Ode on Melancholy,” and ode “To Autumn.” It needs to be 10 pages at least.
I’ve got 7, and I’ve only written about one ode.