It is almost needless to say that a poet can be sensitive to beauty, and also to the stern facts of the moral and spiritual struggle of mankind through evil to good.

All the great poets have been sensitive to both and mingled them in their work.

They were ideal and real in both the flower and the pine.

They are never forced to choose one or other of these aims or lives in their poetry.

They mingled facts and fancies, the intellectual and the imaginative.