Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer's Eve

Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,

When streams of light pour down the golden west,

And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest

The silver clouds, far -- far away to leave

All meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve

From little cares; to find, with easy quest,

A fragrant wild, with Nature's beauty drest,

And there into delight my soul deceive.

There warm my breast with patriotic lore,

Musing on Milton's fate -- on Sydney's bier --

Till their stern forms before my mind arise:

Perhaps on wing of Poesy upsoar,

Full often dropping a delicious tear,

When some melodious sorrow spells mine eyes.

John Keats