You come too. My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make. It was no dream of the gift of idle hours, Or easy gold at the hand of king or queen Or anything but what one's hands can make.
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"The liberal is a man who can't take his own side in a quarrel."
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."
"The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work."
"The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in a clarification of life—not necessarily a great clarification, such as Lowell or Emerson or Wordsworth might have given, but a momentary stay …"
"Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense."
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