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<blockquote data-quote="Princess Pooper" data-source="post: 4306674" data-attributes="member: 971"><p>At this time of year (in UK!!) there is not much to beat this - every phrase is relevant and well selected. Loved it even when I as at school, we were taught the first verse at the age of 8 and analysed it!</p><p></p><p></p><p>Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,</p><p>Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;</p><p>Conspiring with him how to load and bless</p><p>With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;</p><p>To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,</p><p>And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;</p><p>To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells</p><p>With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,</p><p>And still more, later flowers for the bees,</p><p>Until they think warm days will never cease,</p><p>For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.</p><p></p><p>Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?</p><p>Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find</p><p>Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,</p><p>Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;</p><p>Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,</p><p>Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook</p><p>Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;</p><p>And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep</p><p>Steady thy laden head across a brook;</p><p>Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,</p><p>Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.</p><p></p><p>Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?</p><p>Think not of them, thou hast thy music too -</p><p>While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,</p><p>And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;</p><p>Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn</p><p>Among the river sallows, borne aloft</p><p>Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;</p><p>And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;</p><p>Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft</p><p>The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;</p><p>And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Princess Pooper, post: 4306674, member: 971"] At this time of year (in UK!!) there is not much to beat this - every phrase is relevant and well selected. Loved it even when I as at school, we were taught the first verse at the age of 8 and analysed it! 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, 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. [/QUOTE]
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