Dancing Music, Music Sad, Both Together, Sane

I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things.

She Hurried At His Words, Beset With Fears, For There Were Sleeping Dragons All Around.

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

To Feel Forever Its Soft Fall And Swell, Awake For Ever In A Sweet Unrest, Still, Still To Hear Her Tender-taken Breath, And So Live Ever-or Else Swoon In Death.

Whatever The Imagination Seizes As Beauty Must Be Truth -whether It Existed Before Or Not