Poetry is truth dwelling in beauty.

There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys of our heart Come never back again!

There's a hope for every woe, and a balm for every pain, but the first joys of our heart come never back again!

Writing a poem is discovering

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.