Actually I’m rather ignorant about the lives of the Romantic poets, but I suspect with a modicum of knowledge this test becomes rather transparent.
You are William Blake! Wow. I’m impressed. Not
only are you a self-made artist and poet, but
you’ve suddenly become a very trendy guy to
like. It’s not that we doubt that you have all
your marbles, it’s just that we’re not quite
sure what you did with them to come up with
those terrifying theological visions. The
people of your time were nowhere near as
forgiving as that, and all your neighbors
thought you were a grade-A nut job. But we
love you, so rest happy.
(Via Cobwebs of Petty Inquisitiveness, aka Samuel Taylor Coleridge)