Such transports as true poetry provides
In raptures of the soul, and lyric rides,
May carry one beyond the lofty heights
In chariots of sun on drunken nights.
Whether true odyssey or shorter trip,
Homeric craft or humbler sort of ship,
The poet’s chosen stowaway rides free;
The ticket paid for literarily.
And afterward, the traveler comes home
Enriched by distant sights and worlds unknown.