| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | The Devon Maid | | By John Keats (1795–1821) |
| | | WHERE be ye 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 it? | |
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| I love your meads, and I love your flowers, | 5 |
| And I love your junkets mainly, | |
| But ’hind the door I love kissing more, | |
| O look not so disdainly. | |
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| I love your hills, and I love your dales, | |
| And I love your flocks a-bleating— | 10 |
| But O, on the heather to lie together, | |
| With both our hearts a-beating! | |
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| I’ll put your Basket all safe in a nook, | |
| Your shawl I hang up on the willow, | |
| And we will sigh in the daisy’s eye | 15 |
| And kiss on a grass green pillow. | | | | |
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