The past and future / Are conquered, and reconciled.

The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.

The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.

Hungry Hatred, will not strive against intelligence self-interest.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.