No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For

Oh, Good Gigantic Smile O' The Brown Old Earth, This Autumn Morning! How He Sets His Bones To Bask I' The Sun, And Thrusts Out Knees And Feet. From The Ripple To Run Over In Its Mirth

He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time!

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

Then Welcome Each Rebuff That Turns Earth's Smoothness Rough, Each Sting That Bids Nor Sit Nor Stand, But Go! Be Our Joys Three-parts Pain! Strive, And Hold Cheap The Strain; Learn, Nor Account The Pang; Dare, Never Grudge The Throe!

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.