John Keats: Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'...

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'...

 Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there   Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;   The stars look very cold about the sky, And I have many miles on foot to fare. Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,   Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,   Or of those silver lamps that burn on high, Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair: For I am brimfull of the friendliness   That in a little cottage I have found; Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress,   And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd; Of lovely Laura in her light green dress,   And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown'd. 
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