Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

But Far, Oh, Far As Passionate Eye Can Reach, And Long, Ah, Long As Rapturous Eye Can Cling, The World Is Mine: Blue Hill, Still Silver Lake, Broad Field, Bright Flower, And The Long White Road A Gateless Garden, And An Open Path: My Feet To Follow, And My Heart To Hold.

... But The Rain Is Full Of Ghosts Tonight

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.

I Have Loved Badly, Loved The Great Too Soon, Withdrawn My Words Too Late; And Eaten In An Echoing Hall Alone And From A Chipped Plate The Words That I Withdrew Too Late.