'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness . . .'

John Keats, 1795–1821, was an English Romantic poet. He wrote ‘To Autumn’ in September 1819 and mentions it in a letter to his friend John Reynolds:

‘. . . How beautiful the season is now. How fine the air – a temperate sharpness about it. Really, without joking, chaste weather – Dian skies. I never liked stubble-fields so much as now – aye, better than the chilly green of the Spring. Somehow, a stubble- field looks warm, in the same way that some pictures look warm. This struck me so much in my Sunday’s walk that I composed upon it . . .’

Each page illustrates one line from the poem.