I can feel tension from this as Keats describes as though this woman was alive, beautiful but he knows she is not truly alive, she is just a piece of art on an urn, though it could just be a symbolizing of reality and art, it can also be seen as one for life and death as Keats talks about about how she cannot fade while he will inevitably pass away, wilting as he puts it, she will forever remain this same. This has resulted in the tension of this, both real and fake with life and death involved, about this rather paradoxical love that Keats expresses to the woman on the Urn, knowing she is not real and she will be still around even when he will be gone. One of which he is sadly, to me, admits to the reader.

This piece gives an ironic statement through this phrase that states while melodies that are heard are sweet, but unheard melodies are sweeter, suggesting that there are things that are better to be unheard thus maker them more sweeter, such as the troubles one goes through so it is better left unheard.

It is also a paradox in how it works as well as we find sweetness in what we hear in music, giving us joy, but this states not knowing what it sounds like provides a grander sense of sweetness. But, is that truly the case? How can we know that such a thing is sweeter if we cannot hear what it is? This results in creating a tension to the structure that is built upon, ironically creating something sweet to the reader's ear by using stressed syllables to play on as the phrase would say. This resulting combination gives a pleasant mix or irony and paradox that had a rhythm that the reader bobs their head along as they enjoyed the moments of tension with the stressed syllables and the moments of peace with the unstressed syllables , making it like music that you can enjoy while you start to see similar problems in language when you compare the two.