A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.

Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.

A symbol is indeed the only possible expression of some invisible essence, a transparent lamp about a spiritual flame; while allegory is one of many possible representations of an embodied thing, or familiar principle, and belongs to fancy and not to imagination: the one is a revelation, the other an amusement.

Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?