I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright

Where The Nightingale Doth Sing Not A Senseless, Tranced Thing, But Divine Melodious Truth.

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

We Hate Poetry That Has A Palpable Design Upon Us - And If We Do Not Agree, Seems To Put Its Hand In Its Breeches Pocket. Poetry Should Be Great & Unobtrusive, A Thing Which Enters Into One's Soul, And Does Not Startle It Or Amaze It With Itself But With Its Subject. - How Beautiful Are The Retired Flowers! How Would They Lose Their Beauty Were They To Throng Into The Highway Crying Out, "admire Me I Am A Violet! Dote Upon Me I Am A Primrose!"

Much Have I Travell'd In The Realms Of Gold.

And When Thou Art Weary I'll Find Thee A Bed, Of Mosses And Flowers To Pillow Thy Head.