For words of rapture groping, they"Never such love," swore "ever before was!"

This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love.

Mythology is the study of whatever religious or heroic legends are so foreign to a student's experience that he cannot believe them to be true. . . . Myth has two main functions. The first is to answer the sort of awkward questions that children ask, such as: 'Who made the world? How will it end? Who was the first man? Where do souls go after death?'. . . . The second function of myth is to justify an existing social system and account for traditional rites and customs.

I was last in Rome in AD 540 when it was full of Goths and their heavy horses. It has changed a great deal since then.

Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns; Are omens and nightmares - Listening for a knock, Waiting for a sign: For a touch of her fingers In a darkened room, For a searching look. Take courage, lover! Could you endure such pain At any hand but hers?

Every English poet should master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them.

Genius not only diagnoses the situation but supplies the answers.