Poems 1817 by John Keats; -- FREE TRIAL Try Before you Buy -- What more felicity can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with liberty. Fate of the Butterfly.SPENSER Glory and loveliness have passed away; For if we wander out in early morn No wreathed incense do we see upborne Into the east to meet the smiling day: No crowd of nymphs soft voic'd and young and gay In woven baskets bringing ears of corn Roses and pinks and violets to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May. But there are left delights as high as these And I shall ever bless my destiny That in a time when under pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought I feel a free A leafy luxury seeing I could please With these poor offerings a man like thee. (The Short Pieces in the middle of the Book as well as some of the Sonnets were written at an earlier period than the rest of the Poems.)