I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Still must the poet as of old,
In barren attic bleak and cold,
Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to
Such things as flowers and song and you;

Still as of old his being give
In Beauty's name, while she may live,
Beauty that may not die as long
As there are flowers and you and song.

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
Nobody that matters, that is.

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.