Keats last stanza opens with the word 'forlorn.' Like a bell, this word brings us back to reality; it harkens him back to the real world and out of his trance-like state. It is a feeling of near hopelessness, sadness, emptiness and loneliness. Keats, alone with his thoughts, and the song of the bird, sees no other chance of joy but that which is found in death; that which is found in escaping the pain of the world he is forced to live in. A world where youth grow pale, thin and sickly and pain is always present. He has lost hope and wishes to fly away with the Nightingale and be no more. He bids 'adieu' to the bird as it floats away, leaving him in the same place and just as forlorn.