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

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

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

You mustnt forget the circumstances I have been brought up in, the little education I have had.

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

I never joined the army for patriotic reasons.

Poetical appreciation is only newly bursting on me.