''Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—''
- These lines are written by:

'Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;'

- Ode To Autumn
By John Keats