I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.
A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.
I am not a teacher. I am an awakener.
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep...
And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.