Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.