Reason
The muse ushers the artist into the empty room and points silently at the tightrope.
Jean Cocteau
Rhyme
So We'll Go No More A-roving
George Gordon, Lord Byron
So we'll go no more a-roving,
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving,
By the light of the moon.
Reason
Having imagination, it takes you an hour to write a paragraph that, if you were unimaginative, would take you only a minute. Or you might not write the paragraph at all.
Franklin P Adams
Rhyme
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lonely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.