Here's an ode to my most loved poem of all time....Ode to a Nightingale...By John Keats..

And this is the loveliest stanza from it..

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,
--That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plotOf beechen green,
and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved 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-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:


And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
Keats wants to flee ...fade away with the Nightingale..who sings so sweetly that he is drawn into a trance of joy and peace...where the real world of pain and loss can't reach him, where the beaded bubbles of sweet wine seep through his veins to drench him in the passion of mirth.
Where love and beauty are forever....and the strained mind doesn't bother.
This is like a waking dream....and Keats suddenly wants to be like that bird...who has no worrries or burdens ....and on her death she will be replaced by another similar nightingale...singing with the same melody..she will fade away...whenever she wishes...as she's not bound by the worldly ties....She's free!