John Keats,
Letter to Jane Reynolds
“ Believe me, my dear Jane it is a great Happiness to me that you are in this fine part of the year, winning a little enjoyment from the hard World - in truth the great Elements we know of are no mean Comforters - the open Sky sits upon our senses like a Sapphire Crown - the Air is our Robe of State - the Earth is our throne and the Sea a mighty Minstrell playing before it - able like David's Harp to charm the evil Spirit from such Creatures as I am - able like Ariel's to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest-cares of Life. ”
