Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
His best poem was "To Autumn"
Keats wrote the poem after a walk near Winchester one autumn night. The poem marks the end of his poetic career as his efforts were not giving him enough financial returns.
Considered as one of the most perfect short poems in the English language.
Unfortunately Keats’ contracted tuberculosis the same autumn which caused his death in 1921.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;