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Just one of my favorite poems ever, because I am in the mood. 

Oddly enough, I could never find the date of its composition, but then again, Keats is a poet that I love to read; not necessarily one that I need to investigate to enjoy.

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Oh thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind,
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops, ‘mong the freezing stars,
To thee the spring will be a harvest-time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light,
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when Phoebus was away,
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn.
O fret not after knowledge – I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge – I have none,
And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he’s awake who thinks himself asleep.

The painting is by famous Disney movie illustrator Eywind Earle, by the way.

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