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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.
American author F Scott Fitzgerald (1896 – 1940) dances with his wife Zelda Fitzgerald (nee Sayre) (1900 – 1948) and daughter Frances (aka ‘Scottie’) in front of the Christmas tree in Paris. (Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images)