As when, upon a tranced summer night,

As when, upon a tranced summer night,
Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir,
Save from one gradual solitary gust
Which come upon the silence, and dies off,
As if the ebbing air had but one wave;

                               Hyperion Book 1  line 72-77

I like these few lines which gives me a very serene atmosphere of a very dark and quiet night under huge tall trees in a deep forest. I like John Keats's poetry for it can lead me deep into the nature with solitude and a simple existance and content. I like the way he described the air, the sound, and the stillness.