Not mine (alas):
To feel and speak the astonishing beauty of things--earth,
stone and water,
Beast, man and woman, sun, moon and stars--
The blood-shot beauty of human nature, its thoughts,
frenzies and passions,
And unhuman nature its towering reality--
For man's half dream; man, you might say, is nature
dreaming, but rock
And water and sky are constant--to feel
Greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the
Beauty, is the sole business of poetry.
The rest's diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the
The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason.