“I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; / A palace and a prison on each hand.”

I was reminded by an item on the radio of Byron's works. It reminded me of the alliteration Byron uses with Palace/Prison that so impressed me many years ago.  So many thoughts, dreams and ideas contained in just this one brief combination of ideas.   Sublime!

Is it possible to be a romantic and not to believe in anything outside the natural World?  I think our minds play tricks on us all the time, and we imagine that there are greater forces at work because we simply do not understand our own minds.  But is that such a surprise?  It would perhaps be even more strange if we could understand fully how our minds work.  Hmm...