My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.
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(on the centenary of his death at the Battle of Arras) In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) The flowers left thick at…
Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.
They change their clime, not their disposition, who run across the sea.