Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes

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

I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

I'm always saying something that's just the edge of something more.

Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.