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In the second stanza of "To Autumn" the authors displays a tranquil tone. This is conveyed through autumnal imagery through words. He describes autumns hair as being lifted softly in a breeze, the sweet scent of poppies, and the slow passage of time. These images convey peace and serenity.

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Symbolism: The use of "poppies" in 'To Autumn' was deliberate in trying to convey an idea eternal sleep, oblivion and imagination. In the 18th century poppies were used to make opium. The author being from England and at the time the English empire was the most powerful in the world giving them access to many of these types of drugs and resources.
Simile: "And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep" (Keats 19). This simile puts the emphasis on the harvest and the beauty within it.
Personification: Keats, is personified as a woman. A women who has been through a turbulent time and now she has the time to rest. Keats, also personifies Autumn as a type of harvester.
Diction: Specific words help to personify autumn as a type of women and harvester. These include but are not limited to: gleaner, half-reaped, thee, fume.

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Rhyme Scheme- A, B, A, B, C, D, E, C, D, D, E

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Who hasn't seen autumn's beauty?
Sitting in peace in a light breeze
Dozing off to the scent of flowers
Near a brook or a cider press
As the hours creep by.

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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 the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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To Autumn by John Keats | Poetry Foundation

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,