John Keats

“ It has been said, dear George, and true I hold it,
(For knightly Spenser to Libertas told it,)
That when a Poet is in such a trance,
In air he sees white coursers paw and prance,
Bestridden of gay knights, in gay apparel,
Who at each other tilt in playful quarrel;
And what we, ignorantly, sheet-lightning call,
Is the swift opening of their wide portal,⁠30
When the bright warder blows his trumpet clear,
Whose tones reach nought on earth but Poet's ear. ”

“ Happier, and dearer to society.
At times, 't is true, I 've felt relief from pain
When some bright thought has darted through my brain:
Through all that day I 've felt a greater pleasure
Than if I 'd brought to light a hidden treasure. ”