Art Still Has Truth. Take Refuge There.

Say, Has Some Wet Bird-haunted English Lawn Lent It The Music Of Its Trees At Dawn?

Bald As The Bare Mountain Tops Are Bald, With A Baldness Full Of Grandeur.

Coleridge: Poet And Philosopher Wrecked In A Mist Of Opium.

Was Christ A Man Like Us?-ah! Let Us Try If We Then, Too, Can Be Such Men As He!

Poetry Is Simply The Most Beautiful, Impressive, And Widely Effective Mode Of Saying Things.