339. The Human Seasons by John Keats

Published: Sept. 15, 2008, 7:57 a.m.

J Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\n\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\n\n---------------------------------------------------\n\nThe Human Seasons\n\nby John Keats (1795 \u2013 1821)\n\nFour Seasons fill the measure of the year; \nThere are four seasons in the mind of man:\u2014 \nHe has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear \nTakes in all beauty with an easy span: \n \nHe has his Summer, when luxuriously \nSpring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves \nTo ruminate, and by such dreaming high \nIs nearest unto heaven: quiet coves \n \nHis soul has in its Autumn, when his wings \nHe furleth close; contented so to look \nOn mists in idleness\u2014to let fair things \nPass by unheeded as a threshold brook: \n \nHe has his Winter too of pale misfeature, \nOr else he would forego his mortal nature. \n \n\nFirst aired: 15 October 2008\n\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\n\nReading \xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008