1. An Ode To Autumn, by John Keats

2. Poem’s form reflects the three main phases of Autumn.
Can be read as literal celebration of an often neglected season, but also as a metaphor for – and a celebration of – life.
The iambic pentameter reflects the natural rhythm of speech, helping to convey the measured/concentrated flow of the season.
The rhyme scheme is non-repetitive.
An appeal to the senses, with the visual imagery giving way to the aural in the end.

3. Stanza 1

4. Relaxed, sensuous opening conjuring up the image of dawn and appealing to the senses.
Personified divine relationship that conveys the concentrated power of the natural world.
Variety and voluminous growth across a variety of (almost idealised) locations contained within a single sentence.
Slight presence of humankind is overtaken by the natural world.
Growth conveyed through rhyme scheme, infinitive verbs, repetition.
Cautionary ending – sense of foreboding and negative atmosphere – indicating necessary transition.

5. SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,1.
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 that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
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  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,
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    For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

6. SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,.
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

7.   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

8. 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;

9. 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.