Human Seasons - Keats
August 18th, 2006284. Human Seasons. J. Keats. The Golden Treasury
| FOUR Seasons fill the measure of the year; | |
| There are four seasons in the mind of man:— | |
| He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear | |
| Takes in all beauty with an easy span: | |
| He has his Summer, when luxuriously | 5 |
| Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves | |
| To ruminate, and by such dreaming high | |
| Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves | |
| His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings | |
| He furleth close; contented so to look | 10 |
| On mists in idleness—to let fair things | |
| Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook: | |
| He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, | |
| Or else he would forego his mortal nature. |