There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all

Art bids us touch and taste and hear and see the world, and shrinks from what Blake calls mathematic form, from every abstract form, from all that is of the brain only.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.