قصيدة To Hope by John Keats
,When by my solitary hearth I sit ;And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ,When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit ;And the bare heath of life presents no bloom
,When by my solitary hearth I sit ;And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom ,When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit ;And the bare heath of life presents no bloom