All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move

I am a part of all that I have met; yet all experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

When a true genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in confederacy against him.