The quoted line is indeed from Tennyson, but Keats wrote often of bees, and in a minor poem he wrote to his brother George he even spoke of the bees murmuring:
That the still murmur of the honey bee
Would never teach a rural song to me
I agree, though, that neither quote seems to have much to do with quantitative meter or ghazals. If I were looking for some Keats lines that evoked (however vaguely) such things, I'd turn to "To Autumn," where these lovely lines appear:
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies
The first of these lines in particular, with "small gnats mourn" seeming to be three words that each takes up the same amount of stress and breath, evokes some quantitative pleasures....though I wouldn't push that point. (I'd make the same point about "light wind lives" which occurs two lines later). The "feel" of these lines, though, and their minute and contemplative observation of nature, seem to have a ghazal-like magic to them.
--Bob
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