Poetry is the communication through words of certain experiences that can be communicated in no other way.

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

The written word is everything.

There can be no proof that Blake's lyric is composed of the best words in the best order; only a conviction, accepted by our knowledge and judgment, that it is so.

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

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

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