John Keats - To Autumn
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for...
I swear, you'll like them
Yes, it’s a horrible pun. Nonetheless, The Swear are pretty fucking awesome and they’ve got a free download available over on ReverbNation. I’ve got their EP, Every Trick’s A Good One, and I’m looking forward to their LP that’s just come out. You can buy both on their official site.