I Have Miles To Go

Only Where Love And Need Are One, And The Work Is Play For Mortal Stakes Is The Deed Ever Truly Done For Heaven And The Future's Sakes

Word I Was In My Life Alone, / Word I Had No One Left But God.

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

More Men Die Of Worry Than Of Work, Because More Men Worry Than Work.

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat