Holds.

Collier, Priestess of Delphi, 1891

The secret of poetry is never explained, is always new. We have not got farther than mere wonder at the delicacy of the touch, and the eternity it inherits. In every house a child that in mere play utters oracles, and knows not that they are such. 'Tis as easy as breath. 'Tis like this gravity, which holds the Universe together, and one knows what it is.

― Ralph Waldo Emerson