Already with thee tender is the night, Despite his tragically short life, John Keats, a self-confessed "rebel Angel", endures for many as a personification of the Romantic age. While contemporary critics mocked...
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.