truly beautiful as it is good or as it is reasonable and must as much appear as it must be done or be known words and deeds are quite indifferent modes of the divine energy words are also actions and actions are a kind of words the sign and of the poet are that he that which no man foretold he is the true and only doctor he knows and tells he is the only of news for he was present and to the appearance which he describes he is a of ideas and an of the necessary and for we do not speak now of men of poetical talents or of industry and skill in but of the true poet i took part in a conversation the other day concerning a recent writer of a man of subtle mind whose head appeared to be a music box of delicate tunes and and whose skill and command of language we the poet could not sufficiently praise but when the question arose whether he was not only a but a poet we were obliged to confess that he is plainly a contemporary lot an eternal man he does not stand out of our low like a under the line running up from a base through all the of the globe with of the of every latitude on its high and sides but this genius is the landscape garden of a modern house adorned with fountains and statues with well bred men and women standing and sitting in the walks and we hear through all the varied music the ground tone of conventional life our poets are men of talents who sing and not the children of music the is secondary the finish of the verses is for it is not but a making argument that makes a poem � a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own and nature with a new thing the thought and the form are equal in the order of time but in the order of the thought is prior to the form the poet has a new thought he has a whole new experience to he will tell us how it was with him and all men will be the richer in his fortune for the experience of each new age requires a new confession and he world seems always i waiting its poet i remember when i was how much i was moved one morning by tidings that genius had appeared in a youth who sat near me at table he had left his work and gone rambling none knew whither and had written hundreds of lines but could not tell whether that which was in him was therein told he could tell nothing but that all was changed � man beast heaven earth and sea how gladly we listened how society seemed to be we sat in the of a sunrise which was to put out all the stars boston seemed to be at twice the distance it had the night before or was much farther than that rome � what was rome and were in the yellow leaf and no more should be heard it is much to know that poetry has been written this very day under this very roof by your side what that wonderful spirit has not expired i these stony moments are still sparkling and animated i had fancied that the were all silent and nature had spent her fires and behold i all night from every pore these fine have been streaming every one has some interest in the advent of the poet and no one knows how much it may concern him we know that the secret of the world is profound but who or what shall be our we know not a v the tain a new style of face a new person may put the key into our hands of course the value of genius to us is in the of its report talent may and genius and adds mankind in good earnest have availed so far in understanding themselves and their work that the foremost on the peak his news it is the truest word ever spoken and the phrase will be the most musical and the voice of the world for that time all we call sacred history that the birth of a poet is the principal event in man never so often deceived still watches for the arrival of a brother who can hold him steady to a truth until he has made it his own with what j w i begin to read a poem which i confide in as fm inspiration and now my chains are to be broken i shall mount above these clouds and airs in which i live � though they seem transparent � and from the heaven of truth i shall see and comprehend my relations that will reconcile me to life and nature to see trifles animated by a tendency and to know what i am doing life will no more be a noise now i shall see men and women and know the signs by which they may be discerned from fools and this day shall be better than my birthday then i became an animal now i am invited into the science essay i of the real such is the hope but the is postponed oftener it falls that this winged man who will carry me into the heaven me into mists then leaps and about with me as it were from cloud to cloud still that he is bound and i being myself a am slow in perceiving that he does not know the way into the heavens and is merely bent that i should admire his skill to rise like a fowl or a flying fish a little way from the ground or the water but 