| John Keats (17951821). The Poetical Works of John Keats. 1884. |
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| 22. Keen, fitful gusts are whispring here and there |
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| KEEN, fitful gusts are whispring 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, | 5 |
| Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily, | |
| Or of those silver lamps that burn on high, | |
| Or of the distance from homes pleasant lair: | |
| For I am brimfull of the friendliness | |
| That in a little cottage I have found; | 10 |
| Of fair-haird Miltons eloquent distress, | |
| And all his love for gentle Lycid drownd; | |
| Of lovely Laura in her light green dress, | |
| And faithful Petrarch gloriously crownd. | |
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