War Among Men Defiles This World.

Music Heard So Deeply That It Is Not Heard At All, But You Are The Music While The Music Lasts.

We Have Lingered In The Chambers Of The Sea By Sea-girls Wreathed With Seaweed Red And Brown Till Human Voices Wake Us... And We Drown.

The Young Feel Tired At The End Of An Action, The Old At The Beginning.

Till Human Voices Wake Us, And We Drown.

Poetry Is Not A Turning Loose Of Emotion, But An Escape From Emotion; It Is Not The Expression Of Personality, But An Escape From Personality. But, Of Course, Only Those Who Have Personality And Emotions Know What It Means To Want To Escape From These Things.