Sunday, November 11, 2007

A wonderful quote from the long poem "Endymion" by John Keats:

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfin'd
Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key
To golden palaces, strange minstrelsy,
Fountains grotesque, new trees, bespangled caves,
Echoing grottos, full of tumbling waves

And moonlight; aye, to all the mazy world 460
Of silvery enchantment!--who, upfurl'd
Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour,

But renovates and lives?

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