JOHN KEATS
Sit thee there, and send abroad, With a mind self -overawed, Fancy, high-commission 'd. send She has vassals to attend her She will bring, in spite of frost, Beauties that the earth hath lost; She will bring thee, all together, All delights of summer weather; All the buds and bells of May, From dewy sward or thorny spray; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth* She will mix these pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup, And thou shalt quaff it thou shalt hear Distant harvest-carols clear; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the morn: And, in the same moment hark! 'Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, Foraging for sticks and straw. Thou shalt, at one glance behold The daisy and the marigold; White-plumed lilies, and the first Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst; Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen of the mid-May; And every leaf, and every flower Pearled with the self -same shower. Thou shalt sec the fieldmouse peep Meagre from its celled sleep;
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