The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless. The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

It is impossible to say just what I mean!

The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.