Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems

Over all the sky - the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.

Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.

Human bodies are words, myriads of words, (In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped, natural, gay, Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.)

I dreamed in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth; I dreamed that was the new City of Friends; Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love—it led the rest; It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city, And in all their looks and words.

Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.