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“There's plenty in the world that doth not die, And much that lives to perish, That rises and then falls, buds but to wither; The season's sun, though he should know his setting Up to the second of the dark coming, Death sights and sees with great misgiving A rib of cancer on the fluid sky. But we, shut in the houses of the brain, Brood on each hothouse plant Spewing its sapless leaves around, And watch the hand of time unceasingly Ticking the world away, Shut in the madhouse call for cool air to breathe. There's plenty that doth die; Time cannot heal nor resurrect; And yet, mad with young blood or stained with age, We still are loth to part with what remains, Feeling the wind abaut our heads that does not cool, And on our lips the dry mouth of the rain.”

“What a night it was! The jagged masses of heavy dark cloud were rolling at intervals from horizon to horizon, and thin white wreaths covered the stars. Through all the rush of the cloud river the moon swam, breasting the waves and disappearing again in the darkness. I walked up and down, drinking in the beauty of the quiet earth and the changing sky. The night was absolutely silent. Nothing seemed to be abroad. There was no scurrying of rabbits, or twitter of the half-asleep birds. And though the clouds went sailing across the sky, the wind that drove them never came low enough to rustle the dead leaves in the woodland paths. Across the meadows I could see the church tower standing out black and grey against the sky. ("Man Size In Marble")”