rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.

The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.

Our words must seem to be inevitable.

...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing. Beauty grown sad with its eternity Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea. Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait, For God has bid them share an equal fate; And when at last defeated in His wars, They have gone down under the same white stars, We shall no longer hear the little cry Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.