The breeze | John Keats, 1818

Ingrid Bergman gathering poppies, Orléans, France

"Through the dancing poppies stole
A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul."

John Keats, Endymion, 1818

Book I, line 565

Also:

Love letters to Fanny Brawne | John Keats, 1820