Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.

...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.

We hate poetry that has a palpable design upon us - and if we do not agree, seems to put its hand in its breeches pocket. Poetry should be great & unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself but with its subject. - How beautiful are the retired flowers! how would they lose their beauty were they to throng into the highway crying out, "admire me I am a violet! dote upon me I am a primrose!"

I find I cannot exist without Poetry

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever