And In My Flower-beds, I Think, Smile

There Are Only Three Things In The World, One Is To Read Poetry, Another Is To Write Poetry, And The Best Of All Is To Live Poetry.

All The Little Emptiness Of Love!

Just Now The Lilac Is In Bloom All Before My Little Room.

Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour, And Caught Our Youth, And Wakened Us From Sleeping, With Hand Made Sure, Clear Eye, And Sharpened Power, To Turn, As Swimmers Into Cleanness Leaping.

For Cambridge People Rarely Smile, Being Urban, Squat, And Packed With Guile.