O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.
The tints of autumn. . . a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
In a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends imprisoned by an enchanter in paper and leathern boxes.
A major writer combines these three - storyteller, teacher, enchanter - but it is the enchanter in him that predominates and makes him a major writer.
When I conjure these memories, they are of the present to me, because after all, the artist is a kind of enchanter in time.