Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.

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

Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

Poets like Shakespeare know more about poetry than any $25 an hour man.

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

There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.