To Autumn

John Keats (1820

Some works of art are magnificent beyond their flaws — I think that Meville’s Moby-Dick is like that, and it may be so of all works that stretch man’s powers to the utmost. “No one ever wished it longer,” said Dr. Johnson, about Milton’s Paradise Lost. But then you sometimes find a work which is perfect, flawless in its kind, and yet not little, …