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John Keats

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there

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John Keats (1795-1821)

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp’ring here and there

Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;

The stars look very cold about the sky,
And I have many miles on foot to fare.
Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,

Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,

Or of those silver lamps that burn on high,
Or of the distance from home’s pleasant lair:
For I am brimfull of the friendliness

That in a little cottage I have found;
Of fair-hair’d Milton’s eloquent distress,

And all his love for gentle Lycid drown’d;
Of lovely Laura in her light green dress,

And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown’d.