"In drear nighted December" is an early work by the English Romantic poet John Keats. The poem's speaker looks at an icy midwinter landscape with envy. Though the trees and waters are frozen stiff, the speaker argues, they're lucky: those trees can't remember a time when they were warm and alive. The human heart, on the other hand, can count on no such "sweet forgetting," but remembers the good times—agonizingly—even after they're long gone. Keats wrote this poem in December 1817, when he was only 22 years old. It was never published in his lifetime; it was first printed in The Literary Gazette in 1829, eight years after his death.
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1In drear nighted December
2Too happy, happy tree
3Thy Branches ne'er remember
4Their green felicity—
5The north cannot undo them
6With a sleety whistle through them
7Nor frozen thawings glew them
8From budding at the prime—
9In drear nighted December
10Too happy happy Brook
11Thy bubblings ne'er remember
12Apollo's Summer look
13But with a sweet forgetting
14They stay their crystal fretting
15Never never petting
16About the frozen time—
17Ah! would 'twere so with many
18A gentle girl and boy—
19But were there ever any
20Writh'd not of passed joy:
21The feel of not to feel it
22When there is none to heal it
23Nor numbed sense to steel it
24Was never said in rhyme—
1In drear nighted December
2Too happy, happy tree
3Thy Branches ne'er remember
4Their green felicity—
5The north cannot undo them
6With a sleety whistle through them
7Nor frozen thawings glew them
8From budding at the prime—
9In drear nighted December
10Too happy happy Brook
11Thy bubblings ne'er remember
12Apollo's Summer look
13But with a sweet forgetting
14They stay their crystal fretting
15Never never petting
16About the frozen time—
17Ah! would 'twere so with many
18A gentle girl and boy—
19But were there ever any
20Writh'd not of passed joy:
21The feel of not to feel it
22When there is none to heal it
23Nor numbed sense to steel it
24Was never said in rhyme—
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 glew them
From budding at the prime—
In drear nighted December
Too happy happy Brook
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's Summer look
But with a sweet forgetting
They stay their crystal fretting
Never never petting
About the frozen time—
Ah! would 'twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy—
But were there ever any
Writh'd not of passed joy:
The feel of not to feel it
When there is none to heal it
Nor numbed sense to steel it
Was never said in rhyme—
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to a reading of the poem.
More on Keats — Learn more about Keats and his contemporaries via the Keats-Shelley Museum in Rome—housed in the apartment where Keats spent his last days.
A Brief Biography — Learn more about Keats's life and work via the British Library.
The Poem in Manuscript — See a copy of the poem written out by Keats's good friend John Reynolds. This version was once thought to be in Keats's own hand, since the friends' handwriting was similar.
Keats's December — Learn more about the important December in particular when Keats wrote this poem: December 1817, when he was just about to make huge poetic and intellectual leaps.