Sunday 14 September 1817
My dear Jane…
[D]on’t you think there is something extremely fine after sunset, when there are a few white clouds about and a few stars blinking — when the waters are ebbing, and the horizon a mystery? This state of things has been so fulfilling to me that I am anxious to hear whether it is a favourite with you. So when you and Mariane club your letter to me put in a word or two about it.
[John Keats: Parts of a letter to Jane Reynolds, written 14 September 1817, while Keats was staying at Magdalen Hall with Benjamin Bailey.]