The house of delusions is cheap to build, but draughty to live in, and ready at any instant to fall. - Alfred Edward Housman

From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither; here am I.

With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.

My heart always warms to people who do not come to see me, especially Americans, to whom it seems to be more of an effort.