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

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.

Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.

I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.