The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

You can't get too much winter in the winter.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart

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

A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.