He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

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?

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.

The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.

Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

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