John Keats

Here you will find the Poem Stanzas of poet John Keats

Stanzas

IN a 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 a 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? 
To know the change and feel it, 
When there is none to heal it, 
Nor numbed sense to steal it, 
   Was never said in rhyme.