Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp'ring Here and There
The Poetical Works of John Keats, ed. H. W. Garrod, 2nd edn. (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1958): 44.
1Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
2 Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;
3 The stars look very cold about the sky,
4And I have many miles on foot to fare.
5Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,
6 Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,
7 Or of those silver lamps that burn on high,
8Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair:
9For I am brimfull of the friendliness
10 That in a little cottage I have found;
12 And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd;
13Of lovely Laura in her light green dress,
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