Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp'Ring Here And There Comments

I found this poem very moving- despite having to walk many miles home on a freezing cold night, Keats is untroubled, and blissfully unaware of the cold, or even the stars in the night sky above him because he is in an emotional reverie created by the friendliness and warmth he has encountered in a little cottage, reading and discussing poetry with his friends. This is warming him from within and lifting his spirits immensely. We can also share in his joy and enlightenment.