Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

When You Are Old" WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.