It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.

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.

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Have I not walked without an upward look Of caution under stars that very well Might not have missed me when they shot and fell? It was a risk I had to take-and took.

When work becomes play, and play becomes your work, your life unfolds.