On the other hand, there is vagueness and too much personification.

It's the smell of a rose rather than a rose--very sweet, notwithstanding.

His poems are far superior to Charles Tennyson's, bear in mind.

As for the poet, we quite love him, Robert and I do.

What Swedenborg calls 'selfhood,' the _proprium_, is not in him.
Oh yes! I confess to loving Florence and to having associated with it the idea of _home_.