Manuscript of ‘To Autumn’ by John Keats

Description

This book – which includes copies of John Keats’s poetry in his own hand – has travelled around the world. 

How did it end up in America? 

In 1818, Keats’s brother George moved to America with his new wife, Georgiana. Keats was upset by the decision, but nevertheless accompanied them to the port of Liverpool on the way, then continued north for a walking tour of Scotland. In a letter to George of 14 February 1819, he is probably referring to the contents of this book when he writes 'In my next packet I shall send you my “Pot of Basil”, “St. Agnes Eve”, and, if I should have finished it, a little thing called “The Eve of St. Mark”'. ‘Pot of Basil’ is better known as ‘Isabella; or, the Pot of Basil’. 

What does it contain? 

Besides the poems mentioned in the letter – in Keats’s own hand – the book contains a number of Keats’s poems which appear to have been copied out by George; apparently from the manuscripts he often posted to the couple.  

Composition of 'To Autumn'

In May 1819 Keats received a letter from his brother, George, asking him for money. Looking for ways to economise his own expenses, over the next few months he went to stay with friends in the Isle of Wight, London and Winchester, attempting to live cheaply and work hard. In September 1819 he returned to Winchester and began to write 'To Autumn'. The last in the series of Keats’s famous odes, the poem is more tranquil and accepting than the furious emotions expressed in his previous works and is an example of Keats’s increasing skill and maturity as a poet.

Transcript

                                                                                   58
                                 To Autumn 1819

                                           1

Season of Mists and mellow fruitfulness,
           Close bosom friend of the maturing Sun,
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
           The vines with fruit that round the thatch-eves ^ run,
To bend with apples the moss’ed Cottage-trees,
           And fill all fruits with sweetness to the core;
                   To swell the gourd and plump the hazle shells
           With a sweet Kernel, to set budding more,
And still more later flowers for the Bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
           For Summer has o’er brim’d their clammy cells.

                                            2

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
           Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor
           Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half reapéd furrow, sound asleep,
           Dos’ed with a fume of poppies, while thy hook
           Spares the next sheath and all its honied flowers;

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
          Steady thy leaden head across the brook;
          Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
                     Thou watchest the last oozing, hours by hours.

                               3
Where are the songs of spring? Aye, where are they?
          Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, -
While barred clouds bloom the soft dying day,
          And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue,
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
          Among the river sallows, born aloft,
                     Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn
          Hedge-crickets sing; and now again full soft
          The red-breast whistles from a garden croft;
                     And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
                               ____________________

[printed clipping]
                         “There is a charm in footing slow,
                                “Across a silent plain,
                         “Where patriot battle had been fought,
                                “Where glory had the gain;
                         “There is a pleasure on the heath,
                                “Where druids old have been,
                         “Where mantles grey have rustled by,
                                “And swept the nettles green.” - KEATS.

Full title:
‘To Autumn’ from a collection of poems by John Keats
Created:
1820
Format:
Manuscript
Creator:
John Keats
Usage terms
Public Domain
Held by
British Library
Shelfmark:
Egerton MS 2780

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