This Strange Disease Of Modern

Thou Waitest For The Spark From Heaven! And We, Light Half-believers In Our Casual Deeds . . . Who Hesitate And Falter Life Away, And Lose Tomorrow The Ground Won Today- Ah, Do Not We, Wanderer, Await It Too?

Culture Is The Passion For Sweetness And Light, And (what Is More) The Passion For Making Them Prevail.

Poetry Interprets In Two Ways: It Interprets By Expressing, With Magical Felicity, The Physiognomy And Movements Of The Outward World; And It Interprets By Expressing, With Inspired Conviction, The Ideas And Laws Of The Inward World Of Man's Moral And Spiritual Nature. In Other Words, Poetry Is Interpretative Both By Having Natural Magic In It, And By Having Moral Profundity.

To Have The Sense Of Creative Activity Is The Great Happiness And The Great Proof Of Being Alive.

Say, Has Some Wet Bird-haunted English Lawn Lent It The Music Of Its Trees At Dawn?