...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...

...with the brcr/c- blown Through verdurous blooms ami winding mossy ways. I cannot Bee what flowers arc at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...

...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid- May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...

...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness,4 guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit...

...heaven is with the breezes blown 'I"hrough verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot sec what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthom, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest...

...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 40 Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows 45 The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast...

...his pards, / But on the viewless wings of Poesy." In the next stanza Keats describes the darkness: I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of...

...(4o) lead into the 'embalmed darkness' of reverie figured as a woodland bower in which the poet may guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows...wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child. The coming musk-rose, full of...

...wall with its thrusting formations. " 'I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,' " she murmured, " 'nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, but,...each sweet wherewith the seasonable month endows.' Who said that?" "Will Rogers!" She laughed. "One more guess." "Joe DiMaggio?" "Keats!" "Aha." "How's...

...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of...