... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.

Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.... I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses

They swayed about upon a rocking horse, And thought it Pegasus.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.