TESTO DEL LIED

"Where be you going, you Devon maid"
di John Keats (1795-1821)

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 you give me some cream if I ask it?
I'll put your basket all safe in the nook;
Your shawl I'll hang on a willow,
And we will sigh in the daisy's eye
And kiss on the green grass pillow.
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!