"Are you sure you know it when you see it?" and she laughed good humouredly.
"Well, I would not like to dogmatise on that point," he answered.
"You've read Whittier, of course?"
"No."
"Oh, I'm sorry for you. Whittier is great. I like him heaps better than your Browning."
"Why?"
"Because I understand him better. I expect poetry is like beauty, in the eye of the beholder, don't you think so? Now if poetry don't touch me, don't thrill me, why, whatever it may be to other people it isn't poetry to me. Do I make myself plain?"
"Quite plain."
"Now Whittier just says what I feel, but what I haven't the power to express; just sums up in great, noble words the holiest emotions I have ever known."
"Yes."