Ode to a Nightingale

O for a draught of vintage! that hath been

Cool'd a long age in the deep-delvèd earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South!
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stainèd mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

...

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 musèd 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 art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—
To thy high requiem become a sod.

— John Keats

I'm sorry there are so many photos of this outfit, but the cardigan was so precious I wanted to wear it as a cape too.

Cardigan: gift from Christine. Black dress: Target. Black tights: generic. Black and white saddle shoes: Payless. Ring: estate sale. Pink lips: Wet 'n' Wild. Guns: I got it from my mama.