After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains
After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. The anxious month, relieved of its pains, Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May; The eyelids with the passing coolness play Like rose leaves with the drip of Summer rains. The calmest thoughts came round us; as of leaves Budding—fruit ripening in stillness—Autumn suns Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves— Sweet Sappho's cheek—a smiling infant's breath— The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs— A woodland rivulet—a Poet's death.
This poem is in the public domain.
Born in 1795, John Keats was an English Romantic poet and author of three poems considered to be among the finest in the English language
Date Published: 1899-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/after-dark-vapors-have-oppressd-our-plains