What Are Days For? Days Are Where

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

Only In Books The Flat And Final Happens, Only In Dreams We Meet And Interlock.

Never Such Innocence, Never Before Or Since, As Changed Itself To Past Without A Word--the Men Leaving The Gardens Tidy, The Thousands Of Marriages Lasting A Little While Longer: Never Such Innocence Again.

There Is Bad In All Good Authors: What A Pity The Converse Isn't True!

And Immediately Rather Than Words Comes The Thought Of High Windows: The Sun-comprehending Glass, And Beyond It, The Deep Blue Air, That Shows Nothing, And Is Nowhere, And Is Endless.