Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul.
She had borne so long the cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.
I know the greatness of Christianity; it is a past greatness.. I live in 1924, and the Christian venture is done.
She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.
A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks for him. And the things the young man says are very rarely poetry.