Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.

We're either nothing or a God's regret.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.

Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.

Freedom lies in being bold.