Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.

When a great poet has lived, certain things have been done once for all, and cannot be achieved again.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

Turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he as the end of the street.

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

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? -

Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.