John Keats

Sonnet V. To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses

As late I rambled in the happy fields,
 What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew
 From his lush clover covert;—when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields:
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
 A fresh-blown musk-rose; ’twas the first that threw
 Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As is the wand that queen Titania wields.
And, as I feasted on its fragrancy,
 I thought the garden-rose it far excell’d:
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me
 My sense with their deliciousness was spell’d:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
 Whisper’d of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquell’d.
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