The Written Word Is Everything.

In The Corridors Under Tehre Is Nothing But Sleep. And Stiller Than Ever On Orchard Boughs They Keep Tryst With The Moon, And Deep Is The Silence, Deep On Moon-washed Apples Of Wonder.

The Written Word Is Everything.

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

It Should Here Be Added That Poetry Habitually Takes The Form Of Verse.

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