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 ripeness 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.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
SUMMARY
TO AUTUMN
Autumn acquires importance in being the link between youthful summer and dead winter. It signifies the coming cold through its mists and ripe fruits. The sun is in his matured form only in autumn. Autumn and the sun jointly work to bring the fruit to its maturity and the trees to their full forms. The apple trees are full of fruits and these fruits attain ripeness in autumn. The autumn sun also makes the gourd and laze shells to swell. The bees who have had their fill of sweet nectar in summer think that the same season would continue always.
Keats proceeds with his description of autumn. The season is like a beautiful woman sitting in her rich store house. Sometimes she is on the granary floor with her lose hair flying lifted by the soft wind. At other times she is found sleeping on a half reaped furrow. she is also found sitting drowsy as she inhales the fumes of poppies. Sometimes autumn, like a reaper of corn, puts her head across a brook ; of she is seen be watching the juice oozing out of the ripe apples.
Many think that the song of spring are melodious, but they are gone now and the music of autumn is more mature. Sometimes the light through the clouds touches the ground making it rosy. There are all sorts of sounds heard from goats singing like a band of sorrowful singers. The lambs bleat loudly from the hills and the crickets sing light songs. The swallows twitter in the sky and the red breasted Robins whistle loudly. All this means that autumn is in its full form with beautiful sights and melodious sounds to listen to.
While many a poet has so far sung the praises of spring and summer seasons, John Keats has selected a more mature and subtle season to describe. The description has all the elements of Romantic poetry.
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