The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards.

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.

Can I ever know you / Or you know me?

The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold

Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again.