To Be A Poet Is A Condition,

For Hard It Is To Keep From Being King When It's In You And In The Situation.

College Is A Refuge From Hasty Judgment.

So Was I Once Myself A Swinger Of Birches. And So I Dream Of Going Back To Be.

For Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief Merely Because It Ceases To Be True

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