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In drear nighted December : : By John Keats ( 1795 – 1821 ) : : : : In drear nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne’er remember Their green felicity—The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In drear-nightedContinue reading “In drear nighted December : John Keats : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :”