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.
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
Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way
Poetical appreciation is only newly bursting on me.
Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last.