Dawlish Fair Comments

So without any fuss any hawing and humming She lay on the grass debonairly. A debonair life, well described.

O who wouldn't hie to Dawlish fair, O who wouldn't stop in a Meadow, O who would not rumple the daisies there And make the wild fern for a bed do!

It may come as a surprise to those who know Keat's poetry mainly from the great Odes and Sonnets that he was also capable of writing in this extremely rustic manner. It's a mark of a great writer that he is capable of not taking himself too seriously and is even capable on occasion of self parody.