Hyperion

But actually, I'm not sure they do say that much.

At, at the time Keats was-- he's working on them, he's also working on a poem called Hyperion, I think, which he was at the time more interested in.

But this one, To Autumn, I think you're right.

It is on a sort of different level in, in its engagement with change, with transience, with mortality, and all the sort of contraries and opposites which are inherent in these inevitable facts of life, and the way it combines sensuous delight with a sort of delicate underlying sadness, and it's got an overall mood of kind of serene Acceptance.