Nothing Gold Can Stay.

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day. When The Sun Is Out And The Wind Is Still, You're One Month On In The Middle Of May. But If You So Much As Dare To Speak, A Cloud Come Over The Sunlit Arch, And Wind Comes Off A Frozen Peak, And You're Two Months Back In The Middle Of March.

We Ran As If To Meet The Moon.

Oh, Come Forth Into The Storm And Rout And Be My Love In The Rain.

The Nearest Friends Can Go With Anyone To Death, Comes So Far Short They Might As Well Not Try To Go At All.

Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against The Confusion Of The World.