HAPPY IS ENGLAND - JOHN KEATS

Happy is England! I could be content

To see no other verdure than its own;
To feel no other breezes than are blown
Through its tall woods with high romances blent:
Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
For skies Italian, and an inward groan
To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,
And half forget what world or worldling meant.
Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters;
Enough their simple loveliness for me,
Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging:
Yet do I often warmly burn to see
Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing,
And float with them about the summer waters.


OPINIÓN PERSONAL: Este poema trata sobre su amor por Inglaterra y su gente. Sin embargo, él todavía tiene fantasías de lugares extranjeros haciendo referrencia a Italia y a los Alpes. Keats muestra sus pensamientos y termina tratando otra vez su amor por Inglaterra.
                                     
                                                                                                                                Maider Salgado Álvarez