The realms of fancy appear uninhabited
Creations are withdrawn from them
Mankind are prouder of the earth on which they live,
And of themselves-
They are the myriad-minded;
We may take for granted of the poets
That their imaginations may have been there,
For the first time fired with a love of gorgeous spectacle
And all the pride, pomp, and circumstances of the great pageantry
They know of every nook and corner,
Every sequestered dingle and romantic recess of old woods;
A thousand times they’ve dived into the depths
Making themselves familiar with all the winged
And four-footed animals that inhabit them
Treasuring up those fancies and visions
Such exquisite realization lays within’ the poets’ hearts
That there will never lay there any doubt

Lisa ‘09