You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

God's Justice, Tardy Though It Prove Perchance, Rests Never On The Track Until It Reach Delinquency.

Where The Heart Lies, Let The Brain Lie Also.

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.