...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. II Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of...

...strong dialectic object to the poet's subject, is so delicately indistinct as almost to be evanescent: Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of...

...later flowers for the bees, Until theythinkwarm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Oron a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of...

...granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winmowing wind; Or on a half reap'd furrow sound asleep, Dased with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the...flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Stready thy laden head across a brook; Or by a Cyder press, with patient look. Thou watchest the last...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, II For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of...

...maleriske trader igennem i strofe 2, hvor digteren henvender sig til efterâret som en Personifikation: »Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?/ Sometimes...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,/ Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;/ Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep« (v.i216). Forholdet mellem...