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- O THOU WHOSE FACE HATH FELT THE WINTER'S WIND
- by John Keats
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- O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind,
- Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist
- And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,
- To thee the spring will be a harvest-time.
- O thou, whose only book has been the light
- Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
- Night after night when Phoebus was away,
- To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn.
- O fret not after knowledge- I have none,
- And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
- O fret not after knowledge- I have none,
- And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens
- At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
- And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.
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- THE END
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