“Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them flame; silent and whist The drooping cherry orchards of October Like mournful pennons hang their shriveling leaves Russet and orange: all things now decay; Long since ye garnered in your autumn sheaves, And sad the robins pipe at set of day.” LongSeemsLandAll ThingsBlueSilentWoodsFlamesAutumnDecayHungSoberOrangeVeilsMistPipeOctoberFrostCherriesRobinsOrchard Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“I mean, the more a man was in the Devil's power, the less he would be aware of it, on the principle that a man is still fairly sober as long as he knows he's drunk.” KnowsMenMeanLongStillsWould BePrinciplesDevilDrunkSober Book:God in the Dock Source: God in the Dock