DISCOVERED: Original first verse of Keats’ “To Autumn”

To Autumn

Season of moans and mundane mournfulness
Damp, dreary chum of the departing sun;
With sales at Homebase, Wickes and DFS
We search for jerseys, put the heating on;
As Strictly and XFactor make us cry 
And Downton’s half-wit plots confuse and bore
We bake a tasty Mary Berry pie
And pack our summer clothes away once more,
“Not long till Christmas now!” the jokers smile
Let’s hope their homeward journey’s blighted by
A dog-egg hiding ‘neath a leafy pile.