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Keats, John: After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains...

Portre of Keats, John

After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains... (English)

After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains

For a long dreary season, comes a day

Born of the gentle south, and clears away

From the sick heavens all unseemly stains.

The anxious mouth, relieved from its pains,

Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May,

The eyelids with the passing coolness play,

Like rose-leaves with the drip of summer rains.

And calmest thoughts come round us -- as, of leaves

Budding, -- fruit ripening in stillness,-- autumn suns

Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves, --

Sweet Sappho's cheek, -- a sleeping infant's breath, --

The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs,

A woodland rivulet, -- a Poet's death.

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