Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:Īnd sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ĭrows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Until they think warm days will never cease,įor Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells. With a sweet kernel to set budding more,Īnd still more, later flowers for the bees, To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,Īnd fill all fruit with ripeness to the core
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run
Underneath I’ll try to explain everything line by line.Ĭonspiring with him how to load and bless This poem has lots of hard words in it and some grammar difficulties, so you can learn a heap of English from this. Or fall, if you prefer your fall in American English. Another extraordinary poem by John Keats that reminds us of the best things of autumn.
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