Keats has such a beautiful balance in his poetry. It's not too flowery, but not plain either. It has a cohesive storyline or a point to make, and doesn't go off on too many tangents, but still has deliciously descriptive lines, vivid imagery, and elaborate language to enhance the experience of poetry.

I like to read his work in small bits, a page or two at a time. I let it sink in, and bathe my mind in the wordage.
His tone is often melancholy, dwelling on death and cosmic defeat, but it's so full of sweet pathos, that it strikes a peaceful note. Beautiful!

This particular edition gives some of his shorter poems, and some excerpts from his larger works. I don't like reading excerpts, because they leave you hanging in the middle of the poem. I would rather have a larger book with all his poetry intact.