O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!
John KeatsI should write for the mere yearning and fondness I have for the beautiful, even if my night's labors should be burnt every morning and no eye shine upon them.
John Keatsone of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another
John Keats