Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on,—

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,

Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

Ode on a Grecian Urn.

Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought

As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!

Ode on a Grecian Urn.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Ode on a Grecian Urn.