Incantations.

Poems are like spells. Incantations that are as old as time, there is a certain quality to words that strung in a certain way has an almost hypnotic effect. The more potent the greater the intoxicating magic. 

Lord Tennyson in Aylmer's Field,

So leolin went:- and as we task ourselves
To learn a language known but smatteringly
in phrases here and there at random toiled
mastering the lawless science of our law
that codeless myraid of precedent
that wilderness of single instances
Thro' which a few by wit or fortune led
may break a pathway out to wealth and fame.


Then and now the famous
Lang Leav 

When

When every dream has turned to dust and your highest hopes no longer soar,
When places you once yearned to see grow further away on distant shores
When every night you close your eyes and long inside for something more
remember this and only this if nothing else you can recall
there was a life a girl once led where you were loved the most of all.

Without a doubt I must read all the books I've read about in books available so freely 
reminds me of how i entered the numerous libraries with a great sense of reverence. 
Its truly amazing that it is now possible without as much as lifting a finger. all the words are yours.
One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crown less again shall be king.

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

“Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.”