While John Keats is not one of my favorite writers, I agree with many that his ear is matchless, his sound smoother than a herd of velvet deer. While coughing racked his body, the gentleness of his art created an entree sufficient to fascinate us today.
This poem however, I love for its observations. His sonnet, On the Grasshopper and Cricket, was written in a verse duel with Leigh Hunt in 15 minutes. Some people think Hunt’s sonnet is even better, and that slug fest is observed ring-side here.