196 years ago today Keats wrote this his second poem from Teignmouth.
There is an interesting observation in Clayton Mackenzie’s essay on “Keats in Teignmouth – The Imaginary Landscape‘‘ where he says ….. “the landscape has proffered more liberal license, a freedom to be trivial, risque´ , lusty. Keats, in a sense, epitomizes the freedom of a society poet on holiday.” What do you think?
Where be ye going, you Devon maid
John Keats, 14th March 1818
WHERE be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i’ the basket?
Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,
Will ye give me some cream if I ask it?
I love your meads, and I love your flowers,
And I love your junkets mainly,
But ‘hind the door, I love kissing more,
O look not so disdainly!
I love your hills, and I love your dales,
And I love your flocks a-bleating;
But O, on the heather to lie together,
With both our hearts a-beating!
I’ll put your basket all safe in a nook,
Your shawl I’ll hang up on this willow,
And we will sigh in the daisy’s eye,
And kiss on a grass-green pillow.
Want to know more? Check out ‘The Imaginary Landscape’