Oct. 1912.
"Of all materials for labour, dreams are the hardest; and the
artificer in ideas is the chief of workers, who out of nothing will
make a piece of work that may stop a child from crying or lead nations
to higher things. For what is it to be a poet? It is to see at a
glance the glory of the world, to see beauty in all its forms and
manifestations, to feel ugliness like a pain, to resent the wrongs of
others as bitterly as one's own, to know mankind as others know single
men, to know Nature as botanists know a flower, to be thought a fool,
to hear at moments the clear voice of God."