Sidney Lanier

The incalculable Up-and-Down of Time.

Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea! Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun, Ye spread and span like the catholic man …

The sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West.

Virginal shy lights, Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows, When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods, Of the heavenly woods and glades, That run to the …

And yet shall Love himself be heard, Though long deferred, though long deferred: O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred: Music is Love in search of a word.

O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead! The time needs heart — 'tis tired of head.

On Whitman - His poetry refreshed me like harsh salt spray.

My principle is, the artist shall put forth, humbly & lovingly, without bitterness, the very best & highest that is within him,utterly regardless of contemporary criticism.

Sweet Sometime, fly fast for me.

'Daring with my poem 'Special Pleading' to give myself such freedom as I desired, in my own style'

Verse is a set of specially related sounds, repeated aloud.