A Poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness, and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody … - Percy Bysshe Shelley

A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. His auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

Have you not heard When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindoo, His best friends hear no more of him?

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep— He hath awakened from the dream of life— 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.