After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains <br />For a long dreary season, comes a day <br />Born of the gentle South, and clears away <br />From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. <br />The anxious month, relieved of its pains, <br />Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May; <br />The eyelids with the passing coolness play <br />Like rose leaves with the drip of Summer rains. <br />The calmest thoughts came round us; as of leaves <br />Budding -- fruit ripening in stillness -- Autumn suns <br />Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves -- <br />Sweet Sappho's cheek -- a smiling infant's breath -- <br />The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs -- <br />A woodland rivulet -- a Poet's death.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-after-dark-vapors-have-oppress-d-our-plains/
