A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; it’s to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.

O aching time! O moments big as years!

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.

There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.