Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't l… - Robert Frost

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

INTO MY OWN

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Courage is in the air in bracing whiffs Better than all the stalemate an's and ifs.