The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it a long time, or a short time, but it is then that he must strike it or never. School and college have been conducted with the almost express purpose of keeping him busy with something else till the danger of his ever creating anything is past.

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.

Nothing gold can stay.

The footpath down to the well is healed.

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

Nature is always hinting at us.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.