POETRY AESTHETICS — to autumn, john keats
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;
Tag: john keats
letter from John Keats, to Percy Shelley
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
John Keats, from Ode to a Nightingale (via luthienne)
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