To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent / Keats, John

                                      1816
                     TO ONE WHO HAS BEEN LONG IN CITY PENT
                                 by John Keats

        To one who has been long in city pent,
          'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
          And open face of heaven,- to breathe a prayer
        Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
        Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,
          Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
          Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
        And gentle tale of love and languishment?
        Returning home at evening, with an ear
          Catching the notes of Philomel,- an eye
        Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career,
          He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
        E'en like the passage of an angel's tear
          That falls through the clear ether silently.

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