As an egg, when broken, never Can be mended, but must ever Be the same crushed egg for ever— So shall this dark heart of mine! - Thomas Holley Chivers

As the diamond is the crystalline Revelator of the achromatic white light of Heaven, so is a perfect poem the crystalline revelation of the Divine Idea.

In the music of the morns
Blown through the Conchimarian horns,
Down the dark vistas of the reboantic Norns,
To the Genius of Eternity
Crying, “Come to me! Come to me!”

Many mellow Cydonian suckets Sweet apples, anthosmial, divine,
From the ruby-rimmed beryline buckets Star-gemmed, lily-shaped, hyaline;
Like the sweet golden goblet found growing On the wild emerald cucumber-tree,
Rich, brilliant, like chrysophrase glowing Was my beautiful Rosalie Lee.