John Keats - In drear-nighted December lyrics

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 pa**ed 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.