The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

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

The Dew, 'tis Of The Tears Which Stars Weep, Sweet With Joy.

Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate Of Sin.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.