Although I'm impressed by and a bit in awe of the ambition and discipline required to write a piece like this, (10 stanzas, each dedicated to the style of a different Romantic Poet!), what I love most about it is the gentle, dry humor throughout. Especially in:

"Truth is beauty, beauty truth,
And none know more than the floor,
Bearer of both the boots of youth
And statues and busts of yore."

"And none know more than the floor" for me echoes Shakespeare's "My mistress' eyes/Are nothing like the sun" bringing the ineffable (truth, beauty, the feeling for one you love) down to reality with a crash.

The panoramic, pastoral musings of this poem seem to take a long view, or maybe an overview, or both, of time and space, as if observed from the perspective of a creature not of this Earth. You really captured the spirit of the movement here Alain, beautiful :)