“He knew another place, a wood, And in it, tall as trees, were cliffs; And if he stood on one of these, 'Twould be among the tops of trees, Their upper branches round him wreathing, Their breathing mingled with his breathing. If-if he stood! Enough of ifs! He knew a path that wanted walking; He knew a spring that wanted drinking; A thought that wanted further thinking; A love that wanted re-renewing. Nor was this just a way of talking To save him the expense of doing. With him it boded action, deed.”
Book:A Further Range
