Quotation by John Keats

Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel—or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.
John Keats (1795–1821), British poet. letter, Oct. 14-31, 1818, to his brother and sister-in-law, George and Georgiana Keats. Letters of John Keats, no. 94, ed. Frederick Page (1954).
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