Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings
As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.