The Human Seasons by John Keats
b"John Keats read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to classic poetry.\\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\\nComments \\nYou can find more readings of Keats' poetry at:\\nhttp://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/category/John-Keats/\\n\\nFor more on Keats, visit http://www.john-keats.com/"