In the first stanza, Keats writes, "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." Here, the speaker describes his own state of mind as being "full of the same wine" as the nightingale's song, which suggests that he is also experiencing a sense of joy and happiness.

In the second stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker compares the nightingale's song to a waterfall, which suggests that it is a powerful and timeless force of nature.

In the third stanza, Keats writes, "Forlorn! the very word is like a bell / To toll me back from thee to my sole self! / Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well / As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. / Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades / Past the near meadows, over the still stream, / Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep / In the next valley-glades: / Was it a vision, or a waking dream? / Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?" Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and become a nightingale, which suggests that he sees the nightingale as a symbol of freedom and beauty.

In the fourth stanza, Keats writes, "Away! away! for I will fly to thee, / Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, / But on the viewless wings of Poesy, / Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: / Already with thee! tender is the night, / And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, / Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; / But here there is no light, / Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown / Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the fifth stanza, Keats writes, "I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, / Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, / But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet / Wherewith the seasonable month endows / The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; / White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; / Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; / And mid-May's eldest child, / The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, / The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to "embalm" the nightingale's song in poetry, which suggests that he sees poetry as a way to preserve and share the beauty of the natural world.

In the sixth stanza, Keats writes, "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 mused 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." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the seventh stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the eighth stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the ninth stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the tenth stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the eleventh stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the twelfth stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the thirteenth stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the fourteenth stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.

In the fifteenth stanza, Keats writes, "Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; / The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days by emperor and clown: / Perhaps the self-same song that found a path / Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, / She stood in tears amid the alien corn; / The same that oft-times hath / Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam / Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn." Here, the speaker expresses his desire to escape from his own reality and live in a forest, which suggests that he sees the forest as a place of peace and beauty.