The Imagination Is Not A State: It

The Eagle Never Lost So Much Time As When He Submitted To Learn Of The Crow

Energy Is Eternal Delight.

And Priests In Black Gowns Were Walking Their Rounds And Binding With Briars My Joys And Desires. (from 'the Garden Of Love')

The Tree Which Moves Some To Tears Of Joy Is In The Eyes Of Others Only A Green Thing That Stands In The Way. Some See Nature All Ridicule And Deformity... And Some Scarce See Nature At All. But To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

The Hours Of Folly Are Measured By The Clock; But Of Wisdom, No Clock Can Measure.