Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve, <br />When streams of light pour down the golden west, <br />And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest <br />The silver clouds, far -- far away to leave <br />All meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve <br />From little cares; to find, with easy quest, <br />A fragrant wild, with Nature's beauty drest, <br />And there into delight my soul deceive. <br />There warm my breast with patriotic lore, <br />Musing on Milton's fate -- on Sydney's bier -- <br />Till their stern forms before my mind arise: <br />Perhaps on wing of Poesy upsoar, <br />Full often dropping a delicious tear, <br />When some melodious sorrow spells mine eyes.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-oh-how-i-love-on-a-fair-summer-s-eve/
