Poetry by John Keats
Poems 1817 by John Keats; -- FREE TRIAL, Try Before you Buy -- What more felicity can fall to creature, Than to enjoy delight with liberty. Fate of the Butterfly.SPENSER Glory and loveliness have passed away; For if we wander out in early morn, No wreathed incense do we see upborneInto the east, to meet the smiling day:No crowd of nymphs soft voicd and young, and gay, In woven baskets bringing ears of corn, Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adornThe shrine of Flora in her early May.But there are left delights as high as these, And I shall ever bless my destiny,That in a time, when under pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought, I feel a freeA leafy luxury, seeing I could please With these poor offerings, a man like thee.(The Short Pieces in the middle of the Book, as wellas some of the Sonnets, were written at an earlierperiod than the rest of the Poems.)
