John Keats,
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove
(1814)
“ Where happy spirits, crowned with circlets bright Of starry beam, and gloriously bedight, Taste the high joy none but the bles'd can prove. There thou or joinest the immortal quire In melodies that even Heaven fair Fill with superior bliss, or, at desire Of the omnipotent Father, cleavest the air, On holy message sent - What pleasures higher? Wherefore does any grief our joy impair? ”
