Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witching of the soft blue sky!

A wandering minstrel I - / A thing of shreds and patches.

I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.

The spacious firmament on high, / And all the blue ethereal sky, / And spangled heavens, a shining frame, / Their great Original proclaim.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.