To Take An Analogy: If We Say

When The Poet Makes His Perfect Selection Of A Word, He Is Endowing The Word With Life.

Great Men Are Rare, Poets Are Rarer, But The Great Man Who Is A Poet, Transfiguring His Greatness, Is The Rarest Of All Events.

For While The Subjects Of Poetry Are Few And Recurrent, The Moods Of Man Are Infinitely Various And Unstable. It Is The Same In All Arts.

A Lyric, It Is True, Is The Expression Of Personal Emotion, But Then So Is All Poetry, And To Suppose That There Are Several Kinds Of Poetry, Differing From Each Other In Essence, Is To Be Deceived By Wholly Artificial Divisions Which Have No Real Being.

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.