Love has earth to which she clings.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
When I was young, I was so interested in baseball that my family was afraid I'd waste my life and be a pitcher. Later they were afraid I'd waste my life and be a poet. They were right.
I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.