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.

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.

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

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

We recognise in the finished art, which is the result of these conditions, the best words in the best order - poetry; and to put this essential poetry into different classes is impossible.

But in the finished art of the song the use of words has no connection with the use of words in poetry.

Great men are rare, poets are rarer, but the great man who is a poet, transfiguring his greatness, is the rarest of all events.