Poetry is the language of imagination & the passions.It relates to whatever gives immediate pleasure or pain to the human mind.It comes home to the bosoms & business of men; for nothing but what comes home to them in the most general & intelligible shape can be a subject for poetry.Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature & itself.He who has a contempt for poetry cannot have much respect himself or for anything else.Wherever there is a sense of beauty or power or harmony as in the motion of a wave, of the sea,in the growth of a flower, there is a poetry in its birth.