| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent | | By John Keats (17951821) |
| | | TO one who has been long in city pent | |
| Tis very sweet to look into the fair | |
| And open face of heaven,to breathe a prayer | |
| Full in the smile of the blue firmament. | |
| Who is more happy, when, with hearts content, | 5 |
| Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair | |
| Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair | |
| And gentle tale of love and languishment? | |
| Returning home at evening, with an ear | |
| Catching the notes of Philomel,an eye | 10 |
| Watching the sailing cloudlets bright career, | |
| He mourns that day so soon has glided by: | |
| Een like the passage of an angels tear | |
| That falls through the clear ether silently. | | | | |
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