I. <br />Here all the summer could I stay, <br />For there's Bishop's teign <br />And King's teign <br />And Coomb at the clear Teign head-- <br />Where close by the stream <br />You may have your cream <br />All spread upon barley bread. <br /> <br />II. <br />There's Arch Brook <br />And there's Larch Brook <br />Both turning many a mill, <br />And cooling the drouth <br />Of the salmon's mouth <br />And fattening his silver gill. <br /> <br />III. <br />There is Wild wood, <br />A Mild hood <br />To the sheep on the lea o' the down, <br />Where the golden furze, <br />With its green, thin spurs, <br />Doth catch at the maiden's gown. <br /> <br />IV. <br />There is Newton Marsh <br />With its spear grass harsh-- <br />A pleasant summer level <br />Where the maidens sweet <br />Of the Market Street <br />Do meet in the dusk to revel. <br /> <br />V. <br />There's the Barton rich <br />With dyke and ditch <br />And hedge for the thrush to live in, <br />And the hollow tree <br />For the buzzing bee <br />And a bank for the wasp to hive in. <br /> <br />VI. <br />And O, and O <br />The daisies blow <br />And the primroses are waken'd, <br />And violets white <br />Sit in silver plight, <br />And the green bud's as long as the spike end. <br /> <br />VII. <br />Then who would go <br />Into dark Soho, <br />And chatter with dack'd-hair'd critics, <br />When he can stay <br />For the new-mown hay, <br />And startle the dappled Prickets?<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/teignmouth/
