I stood tiptoe upon a little hill

Other Poems of John Keats→   I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of … Continue reading I stood tiptoe upon a little hill