“It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry.  The world should know by this time that one cannot reach Parnassus except by flying thither.  Yet from time to time more men go up and either perish in its gullies fluttering excelsior flags or else come down again with full folios and blank countenances.  Yet the old fallacy keeps it ground.  Every age has its false alarms” (189).

Hopkins: Poems and Verse