But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been - alone, As all must be, I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.
I always entertain great hopes.
An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.
A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.
Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth.
An idea is a feat of association.