"Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands
Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote its chords with all his might
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight."
Isn't that absolutely glorious?? For a moment, it lifts me above everything, I forget that I'm human... I forget that I am... and I close my eyes and repeat those lines to myself, and I feel like I exist in a sphere of perfect sublimity... Well, okay that's going too far. But it surges my inspiration and makes me wild with delight when I read it. And then I come back to reality.... because I see a few verses later...
"O my cousin, shallow-hearted! O my Amy, mine no more!
O the dreary, dreary moorland! O the barren, barren shore!"
And my soul cries out for the exclaimer of this verse...
And then I think....
"Well, thank goodness it's not for real."
Because otherwise I would be in agonies. That's just me, though.