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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Mists and ............

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The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

John Keats. 1795–1821

To Autumn - SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness!

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.


  1. Soi glad you reminded me of this poem. I'm not feeling too 'autumny' as we have had warm and humid weather. For me, our fall starts when we get the fantastic October sunsets.

  2. How beautiful. I hardly ever read poetry on my own, so I'm so glad you shared this poem with us. It goes perfectly with the lovely photos.

  3. Oh I love old English verse. This was my first taste of Autumn.


  4. It's amazing to read how the English language has changed. I just love those words. The flow is beautiful.

  5. Oh Dave what beautiful photos. I love that poem for Autumn is truly a wonderful season.

  6. What beautiful shots...and the poetry, as well. There has been frost on the pumpkin for a few days now...all the aspen and birch are turning a bright yellow. I think Autumn will be beautiful here!


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