Romanticism is the pursuit of tragedy, yet is characterized neither by catharsis nor the cultivation of empathy. It is ritualistic, even compulsive, and awakens no sleeping giants, except in the end those of despair. The grand passion is ephemeral, but the effects of the actions guided by someone under the thrall of such a grand passion linger.
Romanticism is a sickness, for which the cure is emotional maturity.
These are a few broad stroke comments. I’m not sure even I agree with them. I will have to think about it.