Saturday, December 25, 2010

A Poem for December

In Drear-Nighted December 

by John Keats

In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.

In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.

Ah! would 'twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy!
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
The feel of not to feel it,
When there is none to heal it
Nor numbed sense to steel it,
Was never said in rhyme.

The beauty and happiness of Nature cannot be undone by December's frozen nights.


parrish lantern said...

love this writer, & an apt an beautiful poem.
ps, Thought I'd commented here before, but obviously not, so have corrected this error now damned fine poem.

James said...

Thanks for your comment. Keats is a favorite of mine as well.