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Continue to ChatI stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. - John Keats from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/i-stood-tip-toe-upon-a-little-hill-the-air-was-cooling-and-so-very-still-that-the-sweet-buds-which-with-a