Poetry; My Dwelling Paradise

Poetry is life, as a pillar is to a building, and as the sun is to the greens,
Poetry giveth strength to language, as of the waters that flows to the white lillies,
Poetry is beauty incomperable, as of the yellow daffodils that dance to the tender breeze amidst the green field, and the sweet semtimental smell of the red roses—which arouses my muse

Poetry; my dwelling paradise
Poetry; my first wife
Poetry is like the rains that fall, blessings from heaven, an open door, which giveth freedom to the mind
Poetry; my dwelling paradise

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