What Shelter To Grow Ripe Is Ours?

Know, Man Hath All Which Nature Hath, But More, And In That More Lie All His Hopes Of Good.

Poetry Interprets In Two Ways: It Interprets By Expressing, With Magical Felicity, The Physiognomy And Movements Of The Outward World; And It Interprets By Expressing, With Inspired Conviction, The Ideas And Laws Of The Inward World Of Man's Moral And Spiritual Nature. In Other Words, Poetry Is Interpretative Both By Having Natural Magic In It, And By Having Moral Profundity.

It Is Almost Impossible To Exaggerate The Proneness Of The Human Mind To Take Miracles As Evidence, And To Seek For Miracles As Evidence.

Because Thou Must Not Dream, Thou Need Not Despair.

And That Sweet City With Her Dreaming Spires, She Needs Not June For Beauty's Heightening.