Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 2, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Four Seasons Fill the Measure of the Year

by John Keats (1795 – 1821).

 

Four Seasons Fill the Measure of the Year

 

Four seasons fill the measure of the year;                              

   There are four seasons in the mind of man:         

He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear

   Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his Summer, when luxuriously                                       5

    Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves

To ruminate, and by such dreaming high

    Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings

    He furleth close; contented so to look                                 10

On mists in idleness- to let fair things

     Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,

    Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

 

Notes:

http://www.john-keats.com/

http://englishhistory.net/keats.html

 

 

 

 

 


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