Treasure Island

John Keats

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

Where Be Ye Going, You Devon Maid?


WHERE be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i' the basket?
Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,
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  • * Sunprincess * (7/16/2014 10:21:00 AM)

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

  • 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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