...through the pain or knowledge of what follows after the illusion of boundless or eternal life fades. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...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...

...(ideologemes, fantasies) that can further reinforce and alter aspects of the audience's subjective economy: Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...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...

...interpenetrate each other. To take only one example, there is the depiction in the second stanza of autumn 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...

...valediction poses, or reposes, a workergoddess, his ultimate and most sublime embodiment of indolence: Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...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...

...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, 10 For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...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...

...later flowers for the bees, 10 Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. 2 Who hath not seen thee oft amid...may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 15 Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with...

...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-bnmm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...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...

...change from "sound asleep in a half-reaped field / Dosed with red poppies, while thy reeping hook" to "Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep / Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook. " If Keats hadn't revised, we would have missed out on one of the best phrases in English poetry! 94...

...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...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...

...bees, 10 Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 15 Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind, Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with...