Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course?

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: / At one stride comes the dark.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their best order; poetry = the best words in the best order

If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake - Aye, what then?