Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.

Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.

The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.

The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.

I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.