mazes intricate - vales of Heaven, Keats’s copy of Paradise Lost
That day, as other solemn days, they spent
In song and dance about the sacred hill;
Mystical dance, which yonder starry sphere
Of planets, and of fix'd, in all her wheels
Resembles nearest, mazes intricate,
Eccentric, intervolved, yet regular
Then most, when most irregular they seem:
And in their motions harmony divine
‘There is a cool pleasure in the very sound of vale—The english word is of the happiest chance. Milton has put vales in heaven and hell with the very utter affection and yearning of a great Poet. It is a sort of delphic Abstraction a beautiful thing made more beautiful by being reflected and put in a Mist.’