To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats, 1819
Conta-se a história que Keats não conseguia concentrar-se numa certa noite devido à filha da rendeira que tocava violino. Consumido pela distracção, Keats foi passear pelos campos de Winchester College, deambulando calmamente pelos seus pensamentos. Quando regressou a casa, vinha de tal modo inspirado, que escreveu todo o poema de uma acentada.
O poema tem 3 estrofes de 11 versos que descrevem o sabor, o aspecto e o som do outono. Keats faleceu em 1821, apenas 17 meses depois de ter escrito este maravilhoso poema. Esses últimos meses da vida de Keats foram fabulosamente produtivos, tendo escrito alguns dos seus trabalhos mais importantes como Ode to a Nightingale, Ode on Melancholy e The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream.

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