JOHN KEATS

TO ONE WHO HAS BEEN LONG IN CITY PENT

To one who has been long in city pent,

'Tis very sweet to look into the fair

And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer

Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,                             5

Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair

Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair

And gentle tale of love and languishment?

Returning home at evening, with an ear

Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye                                   10

Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career,

He mourns that day so soon has glided by

E'en like the passage of an angel's tear

That falls through the clear ether silently.

Source: Keats, John, The poems of John Keats, Oxford Text Archive (1817, 1992), http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/3259.

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