Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.
What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?
One aged man - one man - can't fill a house.
The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.