Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of

To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent, ’tis Very Sweet To Look Into The Fair And Open Face Of Heaven, — To Breathe A Prayer Full In The Smile Of The Blue Firmament.

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

Was It A Vision Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music--do I Wake Or Sleep?

When It Is Moving On Luxurious Wings, The Soul Is Lost In Pleasant Smotherings.

A Poem Needs Understanding Through The Senses. The Point Of Diving In A Lake Is Not Immediately To Swim To The Shore; It’s To Be In The Lake, To Luxuriate In The Sensation Of Water. You Do Not Work The Lake Out. It Is An Experience Beyond Thought. Poetry Soothes And Emboldens The Soul To Accept Mystery.