ODE TO AUTUMN

 

ODE TO AUTUMN

John Keats

JOHN KEATS(1795-1821), one of the greatest of English Romantic poets,

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 moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with rupness 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-brimm'd their clammy cells.