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- 1816
- STANZAS
- ("IN DREAR-NIGHTED DECEMBER")
- by John Keats
- STANZAS
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- I.
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- In drear-nighted December,
- Too happy, happy tree,
- Thy branches ne'er remember
- Their green felicity:
- The north cannot undo them,
- With a sleety whistle through them;
- Nor frozen thawings glue them
- From budding at the prime.
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- II.
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- In drear-nighted December,
- Too happy, happy brook,
- Thy bubblings ne'er remember
- Apollo's summer look;
- But with a sweet forgetting,
- They stay their crystal fretting,
- Never, never petting
- About the frozen time.
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- III.
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- Ah! would 'twere so with many
- A gentle girl and boy!
- But were there ever any
- Writh'd not of passed joy?
- The feel of not to feel it,
- When there is none to heal it,
- Nor numbed sense to steel it,
- Was never said in rhyme.
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- THE END
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