The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact::hitlerdan
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,

That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,:hitlerdan
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;

And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing:hitlerdan
A local habitation and a name.