To one who has been long in city pent, <br />'Tis very sweet to look into the fair <br />And open face of heaven -- to breathe a prayer <br />Full in the smile of the blue firmament. <br />Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, <br />Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair <br />Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair <br />And gentle tale of love and languishment? <br />Returning home at evening, with an ear <br />Catching the notes of Philomel,-- an eye <br />Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, <br />He mourns that day so soon has glided by: <br />E'en like the passage of an angel's tear <br />That falls through the clear ether silently.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-x-to-one-who-has-been-long-in-city-pent/
