what is lovelier than all lovely tales that we have heard or read?

In John Keats' A Thing of Beauty, nature provides for an abundance of beauty which help the poet overcome despondence, the "inhuman dearth of noble creatures" and the "unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways" which humankind has to take in order to go through life. He goes on to describe these things of beauty - the sun, the moon, young and old trees creating shades for grazing sheep, daffodils and their green surroundings, small brooks which are a source for a soothing cool in summer and ferns in forests with the musk rose blooming. A similar kind of beauty and grandeur, the poet accords, to the abode of departed souls, of which are made the lovely tales that we have heard or read. According to the poet, they are an ever-replenishing source of heavenly nectar that sustains life.