Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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.

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.

Our words must seem to be inevitable.

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

A poet is a good citizen turned inside out.