I Could No More Define Poetry Than

Poetry Is Not The Thing Said, But The Way Of Saying It.

When The Journey's Over/there'll Be Time Enough To Sleep.

The Troubles Of Our Proud And Angry Dust Are From Eternity, And Shall Not Fail. Bear Them We Can, And If We Can We Must. Shoulder The Sky, My Lad, And Drink Your Ale.

Tomorrow, More's The Pity, Away We Both Must Hie, To Air The Ditty And To Earth I.

A Moment's Thought Would Have Shown Him. But A Moment Is A Long Time, And Thought Is A Painful Process.