But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.

Time can make soft that iron wood.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.