and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.

Away! Away! The spell of arms and voices: the white arms of roads, their promise of close embraces and the black arms of tall ships that stand against the moon, their tale of distant nations. They are held out to say: We are alone. Come. And the voices say with them: We are your kinsmen. And the air is thick with their company as they call to me, their kinsman, making ready to go, shaking the wings of their exultant and terrible youth... Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

Shut your eyes and see.