If I Were Asked To Say What

Yea, I Have Looked, And Seen November There; The Changeless Seal Of Change It Seemed To Be, Fair Death Of Things That, Living Once, Were Fair; Bright Sign Of Loneliness Too Great For Me, Strange Image Of The Dread Eternity, In Whose Void Patience How Can These Have Part, These Outstretched Feverish Hands, This Restless Heart?

The Heart Desires, The Hand Refrains. The Godhead Fires, The Soul Attains.

O Thrush, Your Song Is Passing Sweet, But Never A Song That You Have Sung Is Half So Sweet As Thrushes Sang When My Dear Love And I Were Young.

Large Or Small, [the Garden] Should Be Orderly And Rich. It Should Be Well Fenced From The Outside World. It Should By No Means Imitate Either The Willfulness Or The Wildness Of Nature, But Should Look Like A Thing Never To Be Seen Except Near The House. It Should, In Fact, Look Like Part Of The House.

Between Complete Socialism And Communism There Is No Difference Whatever In My Mind.communism Is In Fact The Completion Of Socialism; When That Ceases To Be Militant And Becomes Triumphant, It Will Be Communism.