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b"Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to classic poetry.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\nOde to Autumn\\nby John Keats\\n\\nSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness, \\nClose bosom-friend of the maturing sun; \\nConspiring with him how to load and bless \\nWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; \\nTo bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, \\nAnd fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; \\nTo swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells \\nWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more, \\nAnd still more, later flowers for the bees, \\nUntil they think warm days will never cease; \\nFor Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. \\n \\nWho hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? \\nSometimes whoever seeks abroad may find \\nThee sitting careless on a granary floor, \\nThy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; \\nOr on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, \\nDrowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook \\nSpares the next swath and all its twin\\xe8d flowers: \\nAnd sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep \\nSteady thy laden head across a brook; \\nOr by a cyder-press, with patient look, \\nThou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. \\n \\nWhere are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? \\nThink not of them, thou hast thy music too,\\u2014 \\nWhile barr\\xe8d clouds bloom the soft-dying day \\nAnd touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; \\nThen in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn \\nAmong the river-sallows, borne aloft \\nOr sinking as the light wind lives or dies; \\nAnd full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; \\nHedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft \\nThe redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; \\nAnd gathering swallows twitter in the skies. \\n\\nYou can find more readings of Keats' poetry at:\\nhttp://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/"