John Keats — To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent

To one who has been long in city pent,         'Tis very sweet to look into the fair         And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,         Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair         Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear         Catching the notes of Philomel,—an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career,         He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E'en like the passage of an angel's tear         That falls through the clear ether silently.