And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains.

And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains.

To know anything of a poet but his poetry is, so far as the poetry is concerned, to know something that may be entertaining, even delightful, but is certainly inessential.

For while the subjects of poetry are few and recurrent, the moods of man are infinitely various and unstable. It is the same in all arts.

It should here be added that poetry habitually takes the form of verse.

This be my pilgrimage and goal Daily to march and find The secret phrases of the soul, The evangels of the mind.

Poetry being the sign of that which all men desire, even though the desire be unconscious, intensity of life or completeness of experience, the universality of its appeal is a matter of course.