New Is A Word For Fools In

For I Have Had Too Much Of Apple-picking:i Am Overtired Of The Great Harvest I Myself Desired.

Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick With Space.

Only God And I Knew What I Meant When I Wrote It, Now Only God Knows

But What Would Interest You About The Brook, It's Always Cold In Summer, Warm In Winter.

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day. When The Sun Is Out And The Wind Is Still, You're One Month On In The Middle Of May. But If You So Much As Dare To Speak, A Cloud Come Over The Sunlit Arch, And Wind Comes Off A Frozen Peak, And You're Two Months Back In The Middle Of March.