My Name Is Only An Anagram Of

Time Past And Time Future What Might Have Been And What Has Been Point To One End, Which Is Always Present.

And I Will Show You Something Different From Either Your Shadow At Morning Striding Behind You Or Your Shadow At Evening Rising To Meet You I Will Show You Fear In A Handful Of Dust

The Winter Evening Settles Down With Smell Of Steaks In Passageways.

Let Us Go Then, You And I, When The Evening Is Spread Out Against The Sky

My Mind May Be American But My Heart Is British.