Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm-bound-away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died.

That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.

When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true

The snake stood up for evil in the Garden.