"My heart aches and drowsy numbness pains my sense"...

[robertus]

My composition inspired by "Ode to a Nightingale" by John Keats:

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 plot
         Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
                Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

Attached is the first page- perhaps a little 'undernotated', but I prefer to leave the precise details of expression to the player.