For Poets (bear The Word) Half-poets Even,

I Would Build A Cloudy House For My Thoughts To Live In; When For Earth Too Fancy-loose And Too Low For Heaven! Hush! I Talk My Dream Aloud - I Build It Bright To See, - I Build It On The Moonlit Cloud, To Which I Looked With Thee.

Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before They Grow The Ivy.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.

We Get No Good By Being Ungenerous, Even To A Book, And Calculating Profits--so Much Help By So Much Reading. It Is Rather When We Gloriously Forget Ourselves, And Plunge Soul-forward, Headlong, Into A Book's Profound, Impassioned For Its Beauty, And Salt Of Truth-- 'tis Then We Get The Right Good From A Book.