But This We Know, The

No Tears In The Writer, No Tears In The Reader. No Surprise In The Writer, No Surprise In The Reader.

We Ran As If To Meet The Moon.

I Play Better Tennis Because The Court Is There.

It Should Be Of The Pleasure Of A Poem Itself To Tell How It Can. The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom. The Figure Is The Same For Love.

I Do Not See Why I Should E’er Turn Back, Or Those Should Not Set Forth Upon My Track To Overtake Me, Who Should Miss Me Here And Long To Know If Still I Held Them Dear. They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew — Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.