Hyperion Deep in the woods, a wandering spirit goes, In search of all the sons of magic’s flow; Ready to capture what night bestows— To sweep guys into the warmth of song’s glow.

Forever lost, they’ll find a world unshackled, With the moon that moves in flight across the tree, As wood and stone, they glimpse the joys unaltered, Through the earth, nature sets their spirits free.

• John Keats