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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.