I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright

There Was An Awful Rainbow Once In Heaven: We Know Her Woof, Her Texture; She Is Given In The Dull Catalogue Of Common Things. Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.

A Long Poem Is A Test Of Invention Which I Take To Be The Polar Star Of Poetry, As Fancy Is The Sails, And Imagination The Rudder.

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter.