Sonnet V. To a Friend who sent me some Roses - Keats

As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert;--when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields:
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As is the wand that queen Titania wields.
And, as I feasted on its fragrancy,
I thought the garden-rose it far excell'd:
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me
My sense with their deliciousness was spell'd:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whisper'd of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquell'd.

I. To My Brother George
II. To * * * * * *
III. Written on the day that Mr. Leigh Hunt left Prison
IV.
V. To a Friend who sent me some Roses
VI. To G. A. W
VII.
VIII. To My Brothers
IX.
X.
XI. On first looking into Chapman's Homer
XII. On leaving some Friends at an early Hour
XIII. Addressed to Haydon
XIV. Addressed to the Same
XV. On the Grasshopper and Cricket
XVI. To Kosciusko
XVII. - Keats