He drew from it, if not to the poetical extent, at least in some proportion, its moral and its meaning.

The wood-cutter did not cut down so many trees a day, that the Hamadryads had not time to make their plaints heard; the shepherd tended his sheep, and did no jobs or chores the while; the idyl had a chance to grow up, and modulate his oaten pipe.

But now the poet must be at the whole expense of the poetry in describing one of these positions; the worker is a true Midas to the gold he makes.

The poet must describe, as the painter sketches Irish peasant-girls and Danish fishwives, adding the beauty, and leaving out the dirt.
I come to the West prepared for the distaste I must experience at its mushroom growth.

I know that, where "go ahead" is tire only motto, the village cannot grow into the gentle proportions that successive lives and the gradations of experience involuntarily give.