Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again.

Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience.