Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from afar Ancestral voices prophesying war!
A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Poetry: the best words in the best order.
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