Wandering in many a coral grove, / Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!

To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.

I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he was a true Poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.

All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics.

Who are you really, wanderer?" and the answer you have to give,
no matter how dark and cold the world around you is:
"Maybe I'm a King.