To autumn

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Last time, I bought a small pocket book named The First Jasmine. Then I tried to read these poems and found a lot of fun. Thus, I decided to share your guys. The first one is To autumn. HAHA it is exactuly fitting the season here. Although the weather seems like hotter than the usual autumn. To autumn By John Keats ONE Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom friend of the maturing sun, Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run: To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Enjoy it~~