Though My Verse But Roam The Air

Alfred Austin Said, "show Me Your Garden And I Shall Tell You What You Are."

In My Song You Catch At Times Note Sweeter Far Than Mine, And In The Tangle Of My Rhymes Can Scent The Eglantine.

Exclusiveness In A Garden Is A Mistake As Great As It Is In Society.

We Are All Alike, And We Love To Keep Passion Aglow At Our Feet, Like One That Sitteth In Shade And Complacently Smiles At The Heat.

Imagination In Poetry, As Distinguished From Mere Fancy Is The Transfiguring Of The Real Or Actual To The Ideal.