‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,–that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.’

-Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn

When I first read these lines in my high school English class on the romantic poets, I wondered what might be wrong with me that I could not find such ecstasy over the beauty in that “still unravish’d bride of quietness” on the Grecian urn. Now I wonder what might have been wrong with young Keats, but these lines have earned him much ink and hard thought by many people smarter than me. Is beauty really the only truth we need to know?