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- 1816
- AFTER DARK VAPOURS HAVE OPPRESS'D OUR PLAINS
- by John Keats
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- After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains
- For a long dreary season, comes a day
- Born of the gentle South, and clears away
- From the sick heavens all unseemly stains.
- The anxious month, relieved of its pains,
- Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May;
- The eyelids with the passing coolness play
- Like rose leaves with the drip of Summer rains.
- The calmest thoughts come round us; as of leaves
- Budding- fruit ripening in stillness- Autumn suns
- Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves-
- Sweet Sappho's cheek- a smiling infant's breath-
- The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs-
- A woodland rivulet- a Poet's death.
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- THE END
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