Were you there?

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou amongst the leaves hast never known The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies Where but to think is to be […]

Ode to Autumn by John Keats  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-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, […]