I've always loved Keats

I bring to you my single favorite stanza of poetry of all time, courtesy of John Keats's "Ode to a Nightengale."

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and county green,
Dance and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker of full warmed South,
Full of the 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

More on why this is so awesome, and recent revelations about British authors to come...