I Find Cambridge An Asylum, In Every

Do Not Ever Read Books About Versification: No Poet Ever Learnt It That Way. If You Are Going To Be A Poet, It Will Come To You Naturally And You Will Pick Up All You Need From Reading Poetry.

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

Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now Is Hung With Bloom Along The Bough.

He Would Not Stay For Me, And Who Can Wonder? He Would Not Stay For Me To Stand And Gaze. I Shook His Hand, And Tore My Heart In Sunder, And Went With Half My Life About My Ways.

And Silence Sounds No Worse Than Cheers After Earth Has Stopped The Ears.