Keats knows the same beauty he is observing is the same one generation before him observed and generations after him will observe because the unique beauty of each season will forever be the same. Secondly, the speaker describes the figure of Autumn as a female goddess, often seen sitting on the granary floor, her hair "soft-lifted" by the wind, and often seen sleeping in the fields or watching a cider-press squeezing the juice from apples. Keats personifies Autumn in an attempt to make it more human but, even on a human level Autumn is still the most beautiful thing in the world. "Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? / Think not of them, thou hast thy music too." The persona tells Autumn not to wonder where the songs of spring have gone, but instead to listen to her own music. At twilight, the "small gnats" hum above the shallows of the river, and "full-grown lambs" bleat from the hills. Crickets sing, robins whistle from the
Keats knows the same beauty he is observing is the same one generation before him observed and generations after him will observe because the unique beauty of each season will forever be the same. Secondly, the speaker describes the figure of Autumn as a female goddess, often seen sitting on the granary floor, her hair "soft-lifted" by the wind, and often seen sleeping in the fields or watching a cider-press squeezing the juice from apples. Keats personifies Autumn in an attempt to make it more human but, even on a human level Autumn is still the most beautiful thing in the world. "Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? / Think not of them, thou hast thy music too." The persona tells Autumn not to wonder where the songs of spring have gone, but instead to listen to her own music. At twilight, the "small gnats" hum above the shallows of the river, and "full-grown lambs" bleat from the hills. Crickets sing, robins whistle from the