You Are Always New To Me.

You Cannot Conceive How I Ache To Be With You: How I Would Die For One Hour.

And There Shall Be For Thee All Soft Delight That Shadowy Thought Can Win, A Bright Torch, And A Casement Ope At Night, To Let The Warm Love In!

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children.

The Grandeur Of The Dooms We Have Imagined For The Mighty Dead.

A Poem Needs Understanding Through The Senses. The Point Of Diving In A Lake Is Not Immediately To Swim To The Shore; It’s To Be In The Lake, To Luxuriate In The Sensation Of Water. You Do Not Work The Lake Out. It Is An Experience Beyond Thought. Poetry Soothes And Emboldens The Soul To Accept Mystery.