Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light.
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed,
So poets live upon the living light.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
Imagination is the air of mind.
Imagination is the air of mind.
