“The excellence of every Art is its intensity.”

“The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.”

“Thou art a dreaming thing,A fever of thyself.”

“I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!”

“And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.”

“For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, ‘Thou art no Poet may’st not tell thy dreams?’ Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos’d to rehearse Be poet’s or fanatic’s will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave.”

“I do think the barsThat kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!”