And amongst us one, Who most has suffer’d, takes dejectedly His seat upon the intellectual throne. - Matthew Arnold

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longings of the day.

For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion, of divine illusion. Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea; the idea is the fact. The strongest part of our religion today is its unconscious poetry.

Ennobling this dull pomp, the life of kings, By contemplation of diviner things.