To Autumn
John Keats
1795 to 1821
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
Among the river sallows, borne aloft