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.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.

The sidelong glance is what you depend on.

Love has earth to which she clings.

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.