Long In City Pent

To one who has been long in city pent
-John Keats


TO one who has been long in city pent,
’Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Who is more happy, when, with hearts content,
Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
And gentle tale of love and languishment?
Returning home at evening, with an ear
Catching the notes of Philomel,—an eye
Watching the sailing cloudlet’s bright career,
He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.

I feel like one who is "too long in city pent" so Hurray for President's Day!! It's supposed to be a lovely 53 degrees and I don't have to go to work. Time to go hiking! I'm thinking I'll try to do the Brown Mountain 10 mile loop or there's a 12 miler that's supposed to be pretty spectacular farther south. Either way, I need a hiking buddy since Aaron refuses to skip class. Let me know if you are interested.