Poetry by John Keats Description:

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 upborne
Into the east, to meet the smiling day:
No crowd of nymphs soft voic'd and young, and gay,
In woven baskets bringing ears of corn,
Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn
The 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 free
A leafy luxury, seeing I could please
With these poor offerings, a man like thee.
(The Short Pieces in the middle of the Book, as well
as some of the Sonnets, were written at an earlier
period than the rest of the Poems.)