To Leigh Hunt, Esq.
The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats, 1817
Glory and loveliness have pass'd away;For if we wander out in early morn,No wreathèd incense do we see upborneInto the east, to meet the smiling day:No crowd of nymphs soft-voic'd and young, and gay,In woven baskets bringing ears of corn,Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adornThe shrine of Flora in her early May.But there are left delights as high as these,And I shall ever bless my destiny,That in a time, when under pleasant treesPan is no longer sought, I feel a free,A leafy luxury, seeing I could pleaseWith these poor offerings, a man like thee.