A Poet Not In Love Is Out

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.

Poetry Is Itself A Thing Of God; He Made His Prophets Poets; And The More We Feel Of Poesie Do We Become Like God In Love And Power,-under-makers.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.