Wednesday, February 7, 2018

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, 
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 
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.

~ John Keats

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