I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.

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.

Poet and sculptor, do the work, / Nor let the modish painter shirk

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.