Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush Thrush's eggs look little low heavens and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry. The world should...
I have a bit of a rebellious nature.
All human wisdom works and has worries and grief as reward.
