ABSTRACT
We think of the new emotion which he gave to man’s world-old gaze into the starlit heavens-[Quotes ‘A Summer Night’, ll. 76-92, ‘Plainness and clearness’, etc.] And we recognize that, whatever criticisms of detail may be passed upon this poet’s work, he belongs for us to that region in which our true being lies; that he is made our closer friend by death; and that if there be aught within us which ‘inhabiteth eternity,’ by that we are akin to him.
