keats: season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

divine postman: close bosom friend of the maturing sun

keats: conspiring with him how to load and bless

divine postman: with fruit the vines that round the thatch eve’s run

keats: to bend with apples the mossed cottage trees

divine postman: and fill all fruit with ripeness to the core

keats: to swell the gourd and plump the hazel shells

divine postman: with a sweet kernel to set budding more

keats: and still more later flowers for the bees

divine postman: until they think warm days will never cease

keats: for summer has over brimmed their clammy cells

divine postman: who hath not seen thee aloft thy store

keats: sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find, thee sitting careless on a granary floor

divine postman: thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind

keats: or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, drowsed with the fume of poppies

divine postman: in the mountains and fields we find all of poetry

keats: beyond the seas all riches are found, while thy hook spares the next swath and all its twined flowers

divine postman: and sometimes like a gleaner dost thou keep, steady thy laden head across a brook

keats: or by a cider press with patient look, thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours

divine postman: where are the songs of spring, ay where are they

keats: think not of them thou hast thy music too

divine postman: while barred clouds bloom the soft dying day

keats: and touch the stubble plains with rosy hue

divine postman: then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

keats: among the river sallows, borne aloft

divine postman: or sinking as the light wind lives or dies

keats: and full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn

divine postman: hedge-crickets sing and now with treble soft

keats: the red breast whistles from the garden croft

divine postman: and gathering swallows twitter in the skies

keats: after your darkest hour the sun will come around