"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are you, Jane. The real poem is the soul within them... and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one sees a soul... even of a poem."
![Anne of Avonlea [with Biographical Introduction]](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1395197372l/21504699.jpg)
