It Should Here Be Added That Poetry

If It Is An Imperfect Word, No External Circumstance Can Heighten Its Value As Poetry.

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

Any Long Work In Which Poetry Is Persistent, Be It Epic Or Drama Or Narrative, Is Really A Succession Of Separate Poetic Experiences Governed Into A Related Whole By An Energy Distinct From That Which Evoked Them.

And Not A Girl Goes Walking Along The Cotswold Lanes But Knows Men's Eyes In April Are Quicker Than Their Brains.

But In The Finished Art Of The Song The Use Of Words Has No Connection With The Use Of Words In Poetry.