WHERE be ye going, you Devon maid? <br /> And what have ye there i' the basket? <br />Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy, <br /> Will ye give me some cream if I ask it? <br /> <br />I love your meads, and I love your flowers, <br /> And I love your junkets mainly, <br />But 'hind the door, I love kissing more, <br /> O look not so disdainly! <br /> <br />I love your hills, and I love your dales, <br /> And I love your flocks a-bleating; <br />But O, on the heather to lie together, <br /> With both our hearts a-beating! <br /> <br />I'll put your basket all safe in a nook, <br /> Your shawl I'll hang up on this willow, <br />And we will sigh in the daisy's eye, <br /> And kiss on a grass-green pillow.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-be-ye-going-you-devon-maid/
