This Be My Pilgrimage And

So It Is In Poetry. All We Ask Is That The Mood Recorded Shall Impress Us As Having Been Of The Kind That Exhausts The Imaginative Capacity; If It Fails To Do This The Failure Will Announce Itself Either In Prose Or In Insignificant Verse.

This Be My Pilgrimage And Goal Daily To March And Find The Secret Phrases Of The Soul, The Evangels Of The Mind.

But In The Finished Art Of The Song The Use Of Words Has No Connection With The Use Of Words In Poetry.

When You Defile The Pleasant Streams, And The Wild Bird's Abiding Place, You Massacre A Million Dreams, And Cast Your Spittle In God's Face

Poetry Is The Communication Through Words Of Certain Experiences That Can Be Communicated In No Other Way.