1. John Keats

2. "To Autumn" is a poem by English
Romantic poet John Keats (31
October 1795 – 23 February 1821).

3. "To Autumn" is the final work in a
group of poems known as Keats's
"1819 odes".

4. "To Autumn" is a poem of three
stanzas, each of eleven lines.
Written in 1819, the structure is that
of an odal hymn, having three
clearly defined sections
corresponding to the Classical
divisions of strophe, antistrophe,
and epode

5. The imagery is richly achieved
through the personification of
Autumn

6. Poem

7. Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

8. Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

9. Conspiring with him how to load and bless

10. With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

11. To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

12. And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

13. To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

14. With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

15. And still more, later flowers for the bees,

16. Until they think warm days will never cease,

17. For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

18. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

19. Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

20. Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

21. Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind

22. Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,

23. Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

24. Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers:

25. And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

26. Steady thy laden head across a brook;

27. Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

28. Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

29. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

30. Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

31. While barrèd clouds bloom the soft-dying day

32. And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

33. Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

34. Among the river-sallows, borne aloft

35. Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
sinking

36. And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

37. Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

38. The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;

39. And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.