"I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed and sung me moonstruck, kissed me quite insane : I think I made you up inside my head God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade, exeunt seraphim and Satan’s men, I shut my eyes and the world drops dead I fancied you to return the way you said, but I grow old and forget your name : I shut my eyes and the world drops dead I think I made you up inside my head."

Extract from Mad Girl’s Love Song. Sylvia Plath

" With life and Nature, purifying thus
The elements of feeling and of thought,
And sanctifying, by such discipline,
Both pain and fear, until we recognise
A grandeur in the beatings of the heart."

(William Wordsworth, 1798)