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 (1795-1821)
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