Question

write ryhiming words who hath not seen thee oft amid thy Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where
store?
are they?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may Think not of them, thou hast thy music
find
too,
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, While barred clouds bloom the soft dying,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing day,
wind,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound hue;
asleep,
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, mourn
while thy hook
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Spares the next swath and all its twined Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies,
flowers;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble
Steady thy laden head across a brook; soft
Or by a cider-press, with patient look. The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by And gathering swallows twitter in the
skies.
John Keats
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Answer 1

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