Common-Place or “Locus Communis” — a place to remember
A sonnet by John Keats on the melancholy shortness of a day spent away from the city:
To one who has been long in city pent,‘Tis very sweet to look into the fairAnd open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayerFull in the smile of the blue firmament.Who is more happy, when, with heart’s content,Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lairOf wavy grass, and reads a debonairAnd gentle tale of love and languishment?Returning home at evening, with an earCatching the notes of Philomel,—an eyeWatching the sailing cloudlet’s bright career,He mourns that day so soon has glided by:E’en like the passage of an angel’s tearThat falls through the clear ether silently.