The Best Way Out Is Always Through.

There Would Be More Than Ocean-water Broken Before God's Last Put Out The Light Was Spoken.

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out, And To Whom I Was Like To Give Offence. Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, That Wants It Down.

I Dwell With A Strangely Aching Heart In That Vanished Abode There Far Apart

I Always Entertain Great Hopes.

For I Thought Epicurus And Lucretius By Nature Meant The Whole Goddam Machinery.