“The poetical character... is not itself — it has no self — it is every thing and nothing — It has no character — it enjoys light and shade; it lives in gusto, be it fair or foul, high or low, rich or poor, mean or elevated. — It has as much delight in conceiving an Iago as an Imogen. What shocks the virtuous philospher, delights the camelion poet.”
More from John Keats
“On the shore of the wide world I stand alone.”
“I burn’d And ached for wings.”
“The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.”
“I have so much of you in my heart.”