Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.

That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood.

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful Because common, beautiful because beautiful, Noble because common, because free.

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.

Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.

I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.