[…] the faery power
Of unreflecting love; […] (11-12)
Fairies and moonbeams and rainbows, folks. That's the stuff of Romantic love. We've said it before, but we'll say it again now: we're just a wee bit worried that Keats' speaker is so caught up in making this love exciting for himself that he forgets to base it in reality. After all, when was the last time that you hung out with fairies?
Of unreflecting love […] (12)
For a guy who spends all his time thinking about love, we're tempted to say that he doesn't do a whole lot of reflecting upon the matter. Heck, he even says so himself. We don't want to rain on anyone's parade, but it seems like Keats is happiest when he's thinking about impossible things.