To  Autumn

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SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, 5 And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, 10 For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells. 2.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may findThee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; 15Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20 Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. 3.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, 25 And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 30 Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Talk about the poem chronologically

Apostrophe ... Everything is full and idealic ... Fruitful

Personify... Mother Nature

Stanza 1 - Start of Autumn

Stanza 2 - Autumn / Harvest

Stanza 3 - Memory and thoughts of Spring

Calm, gentle... entering its best time.

RHYME SCHEME:

Loose, changes throughout. Just like autumn is a season of change. It's preserved in the last stanza like the produce harvested in autumn

Force of nature

Bees will die but don't know it ... Keats' is jealous that he knows he'll die soon ... Innnocents is Bliss ... "O for a life of sensation rather than thought."

Summer is at an End

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