The mind is smaller than the eye.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Poetry has to be something more than a conception of the mind. It has to be a revelation of nature. Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.