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Ode to Autumn

‘Ode to Autumn’ by Keats

The script has been lettered in the Italic Hand

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines around the thatch eves run
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core
To swell the gourd and plump the hazel 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 brimm’d their clammy cells.

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Complete with mount and dark wood frame
Signed by the calligrapher

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