A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

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

The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.

Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.

The Master Speed No speed of wind or water rushing by but you have speed far greater. You can climb back up a stream of radiance to the sky, and back through history up the stream of time. And you were given this swiftness, not for haste nor chiefly that you may go where you will, but in the rush of everything to waste, that you may have the power of standing still-- off any still or moving thing you say. Two such as you with such a master speed From one another once you are agreed that life is only life forevermore together wing to wing and oar to oar.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.