JohnKeats
Ⅰ
Seasonofmistsandmellowfruitfulness,
Closebosom-friendofthematuringsun;
Conspiringwithhimhowtoloadandbless
Withfruitthevinesthatroundthethatch-evesrun;
Tobendwithapplesthemoss'dcottage-trees,
Andfillallfruitwithripenesstothecore;
Toswellthegourd, andplumpthehazelshells
Withasweetkernel; tosetbuddingmore,
Andstillmore, laterflowersforthebees,
Untiltheythinkwarmdayswillnevercease,
Forsummerhaso'er-brimm'dtheirclammycells.
II
Whohathnotseentheeoftamidthystore?
Sometimeswhoeverseeksabroadmayfind
Theesittingcarelessonagranaryfloor,
Thyhairsoft-liftedbythewinnowingwind;
Oronahalf-reap'dfurrowsoundasleep,
Drows'dwiththefumeofpoppies, whilethyhook
Sparesthenextswathandallitstwinedflowers:
Andsometimeslikeagleanerthoudostkeep
Steadythyladenheadacrossabrook;
Orbyacyder-press, withpatientlook,
Thouwatchestthelastoozingshoursbyhours.
III
WherearethesongsofSpring?Ay, wherearethey?
Thinknotofthem, thouhastthymusictoo,—
Whilebarredcloudsbloomthesoft-dyingday,
Andtouchthestubble-plainswithrosyhue;
Theninawailfulchoirthesmallgnatsmourn
Amongtheriversallows, hornealoft
Orsinkingasthelightwindlivesordies;
Andfull-grownlambsloudbleatfromhillybourn;
Hedge-cricketssing; andnowwithtreblesoft;
Thered-breastwhistlesfromagarden-croft;
Andgatheringswallowstwitterintheskies.
