Then let winged Fancy wander...

By:  John Keats

Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her
Open wide the mind's cage-door
She'll dart forth and cloud-ward soar....

Fancy, high-commision'd-send her!
She has vassals to attend her
She will bring, in spite of frost
Beauties that the earth hath lost.

She will bring thee, all together
All delights of summer weather
All the buds and bells of May
From dewy sward or thorny spray.

All the heaped Autumn's wealth
With a still, mysterious stealth
She will mix these pleasures up
Like three fit wines in a cup.