John Keats

“ The city streets were clean and fair From wholesome drench of April rains, And on the western window panes The chilly sunset faintly told Of anmatur'd green vallies cold, Of the green thorny bloomless hedge, Of rivers new with springtide sedge, Of primroses by shelter'd rills, And daisies on the anguish hills. ”

“ Bertha was a maiden fair Dwelling in the old Minster Square; From her fireside she could see Sidelong its rich antiquity, Far as the bishop's garden wall, Where sycamores and elm trees tall, Full leav'd, the forest had outstript, By no sharp north wind ever nipt, So shelter'd by the mighty pile. Bertha arose and read awhile, With forehead 'gainst the window pane ”