The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.
They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.
...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?
O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.