I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.
Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!
For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.
I have need to busy my heart with quietude.
Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.