Childhood Is The Kingdom Where

I Will Come Back To You, I Swear I Will; And You Will Know Me Still. I Shall Be Only A Little Taller Than When I Went.

Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse.

April Comes Like An Idiot, Babbling And Strewing Flowers.

I Have Loved Badly, Loved The Great Too Soon, Withdrawn My Words Too Late; And Eaten In An Echoing Hall Alone And From A Chipped Plate The Words That I Withdrew Too Late.

After The Feet Of Beauty Fly My Own.