When I Was Young My Teachers Were

But Strictly Held By None, Is Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round, And Only By One's Going Slightly Taut In The Capriciousness Of Summer Air Is Of The Slightest Bondage Made Aware.

Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Orch-ard White, Like Nothing Else By Day, Like Ghosts By Night.

If The Day Ever Comes When They Know Who They Are, They May Know Better Where They Are.

Some Say The World Will End In Fire, Some Say In Ice.

Nature's First Green Is Gold.