And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains.
John DrinkwaterThere can be no proof that Blake's lyric is composed of the best words in the best order; only a conviction, accepted by our knowledge and judgment, that it is so.
John DrinkwaterIf it is an imperfect word, no external circumstance can heighten its value as poetry.
John Drinkwater