Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916.
From Letters
John Keats (1795–1821)
I HAVE1 relapsed into those abstractions which are my only life.—I feel escaped from a new strange and threatening sorrow, and am thankful for it. There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality…. The roaring of the wind is my wife, and the stars through the window-pane are my children. The mighty abstract Idea of Beauty stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.
