How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold. - William Wordsworth

A poet does not see or hear or feel things that others do not see or hear or feel. What makes a person a poet is the ability to recall what she has felt and seen and heard. And to relive it and describe it in such a way that others can then see and feel and hear again what they may have missed.

In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies

Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great is pass'd away.