Pressed Into Service Means Pressed Out Of

Modern Poets Talk Against Business, Poor Things, But All Of Us Write For Money. Beginners Are Subjected To Trial By Market.

The Trees That Have It In Their Pent-up Buds To Darken Nature And Be Summer Woods.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile / And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over.

Friends Make Pretence Of Following To The Grave But Before One Is In It, Their Minds Are Turned And Making The Best Of Their Way Back To Life And Living People And Things They Understand.

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