John Keats - After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains lyrics

After dark vapors have oppress'd our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. The anxious month, relieved of its pains, Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May; The eyelids with the pa**ing coolness play Like rose leaves with the drip of Summer rains. The calmest thoughts came round us; as of leaves Budding—fruit ripening in stillness—Autumn suns Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves— Sweet Sappho's cheek—a smiling infant's breath— The gradual sand that through an hour-gla** runs— A woodland rivulet—a Poet's d**h.