No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep...
One age is like another for the soul.
How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.