Poetry Being ... When We Look From

Though Thou Loved Her As Thyself, As A Self Of Purer Clay, Tho' Her Parting Dims The Day, Stealing Grace From All Alive, Heartily Know, When Half-gods Go, The Gods Arrive.

The Hero Sees That The Event Is Ancillary: It Must Follow Him.

Nor Count Compartments Of The Floors, But Mount To Paradise By The Stairway Of Surprise.

All I Know Is Reception; I Am And I Have: But I Do Not Get, And When I Fancied I Had Gotten Anything, I Found I Did Not.

We Acquire The Strength We Have Overcome.