1. A sonnet by John Keats

2. To one who has been long
in city pent

3. ’Tis very sweet to look into the f air
And open f ace of heaven, —to breathe
a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue
f irmament.

4. Who is mor e happy, when, wit h hear t ’s cont ent ,
Fat igued he sinks int o some pleasant lair
Of wavy gr ass, and r eads a debonair
And gent le t ale of love and languishment ?

5. Ret ur ning home
at evening wit h
an ear
Cat ching t he
not es of
Philomel . . .

6. An eye, watching the sailing
cloudlet’s bright career,

7. He mour ns
t hat day
so soon
has glided
by
E’en like t he passage of an angel’s
t ear
That f alls t hr ough t he clear et her
silent ly.