Anne reached into her pocket and handed over one of the two books, the one that was far more precious to her. "I had this with me when I arrived here," she told him. "I thought it might make a good place for us to begin, as I know most of it quite by heart. I thought perhaps you could read the first poem (http://www.john-keats.com/gedichte/ode_to_a_nightingale.htm) aloud to me, while I get the churn going, and then we can discuss it."