Ode to Autumn by John Keats

Ode to Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness Close bosomfriend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatcheaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottagetrees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o erbrimmed their cl