He Burned His House Down For The

There Is Absolutely No Reason For Being Rushed Along With The Rush. Everybody Should Be Free To Go Slow.

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out, And To Whom I Was Like To Give Offence. Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, That Wants It Down.

Now Close The Windows And Hush All The Fields: If The Trees Must, Let Them Silently Toss.

If The Writer Does Not Cry, The Reader Does Not Cry.

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.