Lucid are the wild silver keys
Past the fountain of tears of youth
Where the spirit drinks
Ecstasy, till the brain is wide-away
To put to sleep a thousand fears
That once tormented us hourly
O’ like a drowsy child is now
Laid to rest in flowers of sunshine
Thou who were the ‘food of Love’
Talk to me sweetly of the stars again –
That I grew in thee with Music murmuring
Till the sweet self measures divinity
Every word a fragment from the golden shelf
Where the world’s great age begins anew
In each young person’s dissolving dream of soul.
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Wuji Seshat 
Great first line. Whatever more could you tell me about those lucid silver keys?
You’d have to ask Shelley and Maybe Keats, but sadly they died young 😛
Romanticism is dead, except for the young.
For them it never dies,
For hearts remain forever
In youth’s clasp.
🙂