A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry read more

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

The true poem rests between the words.

The true poem rests between the words.

The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair.

The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair.