Now, to me, both Keats before him and Baudelaire in his own generation, had the same excessive sense of, concentration. "To load every rift with ore:" that, to Keats, was the essential thing; and it meant to pack the verse with poetry so that every line should be heavy with the stuff of the imagination: the phrase I have given being a rebuke to Shelley, significant of the art of both poets. Fox as Keats, almost in the same degree as Baudelaire, worked on every inch of his surface, so perhaps no poets ever put so much poetic detail into so small a space, with, as I have said, the exception of Rossetti. And, as a matter of fact, when we examine the question with scrupulous care, it must be said that both Baudelaire and Keats are often metrically slipshod. One of Wagner's ideas, in regard to the artistic faculty was, receptivity; the impulse to impart only what comes when these impressions fill the mind "to an ecstatic excess;" and the two forms of the artist: the feminine, who recoils from life, and the masculine, who absorbs life. From this follows, in the case of creative artists such as Baudelaire, the necessity to convey to others as vividly and intelligibly, as far as possible, what his own mind's eye had seen. Then one has to seize everything from which one can wring its secret--its secret for us and for no one else. And all this, and in fact the whole of our existence, is partly the conflict within us of the man with the woman, the male and the female energies that strive always: "Here nature is, alive and untamed, Unafraid and unashamed; Here man knows woman with the greed Of Adam's wonder, the primal need." And, in these fundamental lines of Blake: "What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of gratified Desire. What is it women do in men require? The lineaments of gratified Desire." And, again, in these more primeval and more essentially animal lines of Rossetti: "O my love, O Love--snake of Eden! (_And O the bower and the hour!_) O to-day and the day to come after! Loose me, love--give way to my laughter! Lo! two babes for Eve and for Adam! (_And O the bower and the hour!_) Lo, sweet snake, the travail and treasure-- Two men-children born for their pleasure! The first is Cain and the second Abel: (_Eden bower's in flower_) The soul of one shall be made thy brother, And thy tongue shall lap the blood of the other. (_And O the bower and the hour!_)."