It Should Here Be Added That Poetry

This Be My Pilgrimage And Goal Daily To March And Find The Secret Phrases Of The Soul, The Evangels Of The Mind.

In The Corridors Under Tehre Is Nothing But Sleep. And Stiller Than Ever On Orchard Boughs They Keep Tryst With The Moon, And Deep Is The Silence, Deep On Moon-washed Apples Of Wonder.

Any Long Work In Which Poetry Is Persistent, Be It Epic Or Drama Or Narrative, Is Really A Succession Of Separate Poetic Experiences Governed Into A Related Whole By An Energy Distinct From That Which Evoked Them.

To Take An Analogy: If We Say That A Democratic Government Is The Best Kind Of Government, We Mean That It Most Completely Fulfills The Highest Function Of A Government - The Realisation Of The Will Of The People.

There Can Be No Proof That Blake's Lyric Is Composed Of The Best Words In The Best Order; Only A Conviction, Accepted By Our Knowledge And Judgment, That It Is So.