His Old Right Hand Lay

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.

A Long Poem Is A Test Of Invention Which I Take To Be The Polar Star Of Poetry, As Fancy Is The Sails, And Imagination The Rudder.

Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive.

Dancing Music, Music Sad, Both Together, Sane And Mad.

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.