A DIVINE IMAGE Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge.

I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die

The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus.

Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.