What! Alive, And So Bold, O Earth?

Poetry, In A General Sense, May Be Defined To Be 'the Expression Of The Imagination': And Poetry Is Connate With The Origin Of Man.

I Have Been A Wanderer Among Distant Fields. I Have Sailed Down Mighty Rivers.

But Hope Will Make Thee Young, For Hope And Youth Are Children Of One Mother, Even Love.

The Pale Stars Are Gone! For The Sun, Their Swift Shepherd, To Their Folds Them Compelling, In The Depths Of The Dawn, Hastes, In Meteor-eclipsing Array, And The Flee Beyond His Blue Dwelling, As Fawns Flee The Leopard.

Poet's Food Is Love And Fame.