If The Writer Does Not

I See For Nature No Defeat In One Tree's Overthrow Or For Myself In My Retreat For Yet Another Blow.

When I See Birches Bend To Left And Right... I Like To Think Some Boy's Been Swinging Them.

Everything Written Is As Good As It Is Dramatic. It Need Not Declare Itself In Form, But It Is Drama Or Nothing.

The Land Was Ours Before We Were The Land's. She Was Our Land More Than A Hundred Years Before We Were Her People.

Only God And I Knew What I Meant When I Wrote It, Now Only God Knows