I, A Stranger And Afraid, In A

Life, To Be Sure, Is Nothing Much To Lose, But Young Men Think It Is, And We Were Young.

I Do Not Choose The Right Word, I Get Rid Of The Wrong One.

Even When Poetry Has A Meaning, As It Usually Has, It May Be Inadvisable To Draw It Out. Perfect Understanding Will Sometimes Almost Extinguish Pleasure.

Tomorrow, More's The Pity, Away We Both Must Hie, To Air The Ditty And To Earth I.

I, A Stranger And Afraid, In A World I Never Made.