If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.

The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat—the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line.

Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.