...ve as warm, as fervent, as sincere, as any of the more gifted worshippers at the temple of the Muses. I consider its gift as something holy, and above the fashion of the world. In the language of Francis Bacon , The Muses are in league with time, --which spares their productions in its work of universal desolation. But I feel and know that To other chords than mine belong The breathing of immortal ...