If Mr.
Kipling is of the earth earthy, if the clangour and rush of the world is in everything he writes, Mr.Yeats and his school live consciously sequestered and withdrawn, and the world never breaks in on their ghostly troubles or their peace.

Poetry never fails to relate itself to its age; if it is not with it, it is against it; it is never merely indifferent.

The poetry of these men is the denial, passionately made, of everything the world prizes.

While such a denial is sincere, as in the best of them, then the verses they make are true and fine.

But when it is assumed, as in some of their imitators, then the work they did is not true poetry.
But the literary characteristic of the present age--the one which is most likely to differentiate it from its predecessor, is the revival of the drama.