Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Clear funeral imagery here. There’s something quaint about insignificant gnats mourning the passing of summer, but, like any good Romantic, Keats takes this minor observation and lets his mind wonder with it into far more profound territory.
Autumn music can be heard in the sad or melodious songs of gnats, and this song is echoed by the hills present near the river bank and by the willow trees.
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