Beauty is truth, truth beauty
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!