I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.
Robert FrostFireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874โ1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.
Robert Frost