It took a long time to work my way through the Shakespeare section, but I felt that I had a good handle on the English sonnet form after that.
"Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song
Weave a circle 'round him thrice
And close your eyes with holy dread:
For he on honeydew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of paradise!"
"The world is charged with the grandeur of God,
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil..."
"Earth, receive an honored guest;
William Yeats is laid to rest:
Let the Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry."
Yes, I'll miss this little volume. But the poems themselves are, indeed, immortal.