Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

The usual dog about the town is much inclined to play the clown.

The darkness declares the glory of light.

Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.

We shall not cease from exploration

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