The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever.

Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last.

I can only say that one's individual situation is more real and important to oneself than the devastations of fates and empires especially when they do not vitally affect oneself

I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life, and it will all refine itself into poetry later on.

I cant look at things in the simple, large way that great poets do.

I wanted to write a battle song for the Judeans but so far I can think of nothing noble and weighty enough

The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever.