Life Went A-maying With Nature,

Until You Understand A Writer's Ignorance, Presume Yourself Ignorant Of His Understanding.

A Wild Rose Roofs The Ruined Shed, And That And Summer Well Agree.

Talk Of The Devil, And His Horns Appear.

Deep Thinking Is Attainable Only By A Man Of Deep Feeling, And All Truth Is A Species Of Revelation

And What If All Of Animated Nature Be But Organic Harps Diversely Framed, That Tremble Into Thought, As O'er Them Sweeps, Plastic And Vast, One Intellectual Breeze, At Once The Soul Of Each, And God Of All?