Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, Let It Not Be Among The Jumbled Heap Of Murky Buildings: Climb With Me The Steep,-- Nature's Observatory--whence The Dell, In Flowery Slopes, Its River's Crystal Swell, May Seem A Span; Let Me Thy Vigils Keep 'mongst Boughs Pavilion'd, Where The Deer's Swift Leap Startles The Wild Bee From The Foxglove Bell.

We Have Woven A Web, You And I, Attached To This World But A Separate World Of Our Own Invention.

Call The World If You Please "the Vale Of Soul-making." Then You Will Find Out The Use Of The World.

What Occasions The Greater Part Of The World's Quarrels? Simply This: Two Minds Meet And Do Not Understand Each Other In Time Enough To Prevent Any Shock Of Surprise At The Conduct Of Either Party.

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.