Lit rec #39: From John Keats’ Ode to the Nightingale: “Already with thee! tender is the night./ … But here there is no light,/ Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown/ Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.” (1934)

Just in time for the merriment and disillusionment of New Year’s. Many Fetes! TENDER IS THE NIGHT by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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