1. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
2. Close boso-friend of the maturing sun;
3. Conspiring with him how to load and bless
4. With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
5. To bend with apples the moss'd cotttage-trees,
6. And fill fruit with ripeness to the core;
7. To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
8. With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
9. And still more, later flowers for the bees,
10. Until they think warm days will never cease,
11. For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
12. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
13. Sometimes whoever seeks abroad my find
14. Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
15. Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
16. Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
17. Drows'd with fume of poppies, while th y hook
18. Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
19. And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
20. Steady thy laden head across a brook;
21. Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
22. Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
23. Where the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
24. Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, ---
25. While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
26. And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
27. Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
28. Among the river sallows, borne aloft
29. Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
30. And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
31. Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
32. The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
33. And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
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