The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. . . . I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance - the revolt of the soul against the intellect.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.

rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.

A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?