ABSTRACT
Most conceptions of the poetic world system are still as uncouth and childish as the old astronomical concepts before Copernicus. The customary divisions of poetry are only a dead framework for a limited horizon. But in the universe of poetry itself, nothing is static, everything is becoming and changing and moving harmoniously; and comets too have immutable laws of movement. However, so long as the course of these stars cannot be calculated, nor their return predicted, the true universal system of poetry is not yet discovered. Ancient art and poetry aims at a stringent separation of what is unlike; the romantic delights in indissoluble mixtures. Romantic poetry is the expression of the secret urge towards the chaos that is constantly labouring to bring forth new and wonderful creations, and that is hidden beneath, indeed within, the orderly universe: the animating spirit of original love here floats anew over the waters.
