After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains
For a long dreary season, comes a day
Born of the gentle South, and clears away
From the sick heavens all unseemly stains.
The anxious month, relieved of its pains,
Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May;
The eyelids with the passing coolness play
Like rose leaves with the drip of Summer rains.
The calmest thoughts came round us; as of leaves
Budding -- fruit ripening in stillness -- Autumn suns
Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves --
Sweet Sappho's cheek -- a smiling infant's breath --
The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs --
A woodland rivulet -- a Poet's death.
More verses by John Keats
- Stanzas. In A Drear-Nighted December
- On Receiving A Laurel Crown From Leigh Hunt
- Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles
- To Charles Cowden Clarke
- Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds