In Drear-Nighted December

IN 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 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?
The feel of not to feel it,
When there is none to heal it
Nor numbed sense to steel it,
Was never said in rhyme.

by John Keats

Comments (5)

'The north cannot undo them'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
An excellent poem penned by a great poet glorifying december.
This is a great poem of great poet.,
Poet John Keats says the unsayable things too in rhyme and rhythm perfect! What a great poet he is!
Mr keats Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up