Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?

Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.

I measure myself Against a tall tree I find that I am much taller, For I reach right up to the sun With my eye; And I reach to the shore of the sea With my ear. Nevertheless, I dislike The way the ants crawl In and out of my shadow.

Imagination is the will of things. . . .

The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.

Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.

Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.