I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With

A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never Take Notes In A Love Affair.

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.

Our Life Runs Down In Sending Up The Clock. The Brook Runs Down In Sending Up Our Life. The Sun Runs Down In Sending Up The Brook. And There Is Something Sending Up The Sun.

But What Would Interest You About The Brook, It's Always Cold In Summer, Warm In Winter.

I Could Give All To Time Except--except What I Myself Have Held.