Talent should minister to genius.
All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.
Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.