Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine
The fact that I have always experienced emotions in the form of episodes says a lot about why I think this might be one of the best things Keats has written. To me sadness comes in the form of continuous torrents of torment one after the other but happiness. Ah, felicity has always been like the waves of the ocean that die once they crash the shore.
Because, happiness comes and goes but sadness stays.