{"id":210,"date":"2010-02-19T23:15:52","date_gmt":"2010-02-19T23:15:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=210"},"modified":"2017-07-12T01:04:16","modified_gmt":"2017-07-12T01:04:16","slug":"to-autumn-by-john-keats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/to-autumn-by-john-keats\/","title":{"rendered":"To Autumn by John Keats"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>John Keats (1795-1821)<\/p>\n

To Autumn<\/h1>\n

SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
\nClose bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
\nConspiring with him how to load and bless
\nWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
\nTo bend with apples the moss?d cottage-trees,
\nAnd fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
\nTo swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
\nWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
\nAnd still more, later flowers for the bees,
\nUntil they think warm days will never cease,
\nFor Summer has o?er-brimm?d their clammy cells.<\/p>\n

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
\nSometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
\nThee sitting careless on a granary floor,
\nThy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
\nOr on a half-reap?d furrow sound asleep,
\nDrows?d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
\nSpares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
\nAnd sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
\nSteady thy laden head across a brook;
\nOr by a cyder-press, with patient look,
\nThou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.<\/p>\n

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
\nThink not of them, thou hast thy music too,?
\nWhile barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
\nAnd touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
\nThen in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
\nAmong the river sallows, borne aloft
\nOr sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
\nAnd full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
\nHedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
\nThe red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
\nAnd gathering swallows twitter in the skies<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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