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...is it not a true statement? I'm referring to the second to last line in Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats. Thou still unravished bride of quietness, Thou foster child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme...

In spite of an expression of defeat, what is the predominant emotional tone of the poem? O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red...