He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness ….

The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark monotony of stone….

God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made..

The dead are happy, having no desire. I rise and fall, and rise and fall again, Something is in me, famishing for bread, Baffled and unappeasable as ….

The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on..

A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation..

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world..

Night, a more perfect day..

The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth..

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found..

But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves..

The wind is rising on the sea,The windy white foam-dancers leap;And the sea moans uneasily,And turns to sleep, and cannot sleep..

Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me..

Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move..

Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived..

I have laid sorrow to sleep;Love sleeps.She who oft made me weepNow weeps..

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird tha….

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things lea….