I Awoke In The Midsummer Not-to-call Night,

What I Do Is Me, For That I Came.

Every True Poet, I Thought, Must Be Original And Originality A Condition Of Poetic Genius; So That Each Poet Is Like A Species In Nature (not An Individuum Genericum Or Specificum ) And Can Never Recur. That Nothing Shd. Be Old Or Borrowed However Cannot Be.

Glory Be To God For Dappled Things.

I Thought How Sadly Beauty Of Inscape Was Unknown And Buried Away From Simple People And Yet How Near At Hand It Was If They Had Eyes To See It And It Could Be Called Out Everywhere Again.

The Best Ideal Is The True And Other Truth Is None. All Glory Be Ascribed To The Holy Three In One.