But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been - alone, As all must be, I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.
Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on.
The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length
Men work together, whether they work together or apart.
One age is like another for the soul.
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.