To Autumn by John Keats. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Β Β Β Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; ConspiringΒ with him how to load and bless Β Β Β With fruit the vines that round theΒ thatch-evesΒ run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, Β Β Β And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; Β Β Β Β Β Β To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel [...]
