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.
I wanted to write a battle song for the Judeans but so far I can think of nothing noble and weighty enough
Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way
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