The Human Seasons ~

"...when fancy clear takes in all beauty with an easy span"

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by John Keats

Four seasons fill the measure of the year;

There are four seasons in the mind of man:

He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear

Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his Summer, when luxuriously

Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves

To ruminate, and by such dreaming nigh

His nearest unto heaven:  quiet coves

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings

He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness ~ to let fair things

Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook:

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,

Or else he would forgo his mortal nature.

~ John Keats (1795 - 1821)  English poet.

Keats lived to be only 25 years old. 
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