John Keats
Poet: John Keats
Dates: 31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821
Nationality: English
Title of Poem: Ode 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 mossed 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-brimmed their clammy cell.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-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined 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 barred 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.
Brief Biography: Keats was a poet. He was a central figure of the second generation of of Romantic poets alongside Shelley and Byron. Keats’ work was in publication just four years before his death but by the end of the 19th Century he was one of England’s best loved poets.
The Boypoet Remembers.... 
What can be seen if to wait a little, to listen patient from the morrow morn to day’s end, a lazing dusk. In all I like what Keats has to say above 🙂 Reminds me of where home once was, a long time ago now.
Thank you so much, I’m delighted Keats does something for you
This is one of my faves for Keats!
Mine too, although it is hard to choose