John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid? - Poem by John Keats

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.


Comments about Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid? by John Keats

  • Gold Star - 14,311 Points * Sunprincess * (7/16/2014 10:21:00 AM)

    ...........so sweet is this little invitation....who could refuse....loved reading every line... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 2 Points Leonard Wilson (3/8/2010 10:12:00 PM)

    This poem was written in a letter to an artist and friend named Benjamin Robert Haydon in 1818. Although Keats wrote, 'Here's some doggerel for you, ' I think that this light little poem is a delightful contrast to his major works. Its flirtatious, sensual images catch some of the wit and dalliance of Robert Burns's more carefree love lyrics. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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