Love Poems

Speaking from the heart, words and gifts of love.
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Where be you going, you Devon maid?
Where be you going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there in the basket?
Ye tight little fairy,
just fresh from the dairy,
Will ye give me some cream if I ask for it?

I love your hills and I love your dales,
And I love your flocks a-bleating;
But oh, 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 on a willow;
And we will sigh in the daisy's eye,
And kiss on a grass-green pillow.

John Keats (1795-1821)