If The Sun And Moon Should Ever

He Loves To Sit And Hear Me Sing, Then, Laughing, Sports And Plays With Me; Then Stretches Out My Golden Wing, And Mocks My Loss Of Liberty.

One Power Alone Makes A Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

As A Man Is, So He Sees.

Rome & Greece Swept Art Into Their Maw & Destroy'd It; A Warlike State Never Can Produce Art. It Will Rob & Plunder & Accumulate Into One Place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, But Not Make.