"Fled is that music: --Do I wake or sleep?"

[Note: This is copied and pasted from Artemis, and it's funny to look back on this post, because I actually was chosen to direct this play! Such a wonderful experience. Anyhoo, enjoy Keats' beautiful poetry] The past two weeks of my life I have spent toiling night and day on a script analysis of Tennessee Williams' Not About Nightingales for Fundamentals of Theatre III. The final product is forty seven pages and 14,000 words of analytical goodness. The two students with the best script analysis will be chosen to direct their shows, using the other students in the class for their cast, an able bodied crew to build sets and a small budget. We find out the directors in a week, so I'll keep you all literally and figuratively posted.    Anyhoo, Here are my favorite verses from the play's namesake,    "ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE" BY: JOHN KEATS     III
Far Far away, dissolve and quite forget
What thou amongst the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other grown;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.   VI Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou are pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain-- To thy high requiem become a sod. VIII Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! Adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream,  Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: --Do I wake or sleep?