I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or s… - Robert Frost

I am one who has been acquainted with the night

One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.

Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away From one another once you are agreed That life is only life forevermore Together wing to wing and oar to oar.

Scholars and artists thrown together are often annoyed at the puzzle of where they differ. Both work from knowledge; but I suspect they differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. Scholars get theirs with conscientious thoroughness along projected lines of logic; poets theirs cavalierly and as it happens in and out of books. They stick to nothing deliberately, but let what will stick to them like burrs where they walk in the fields.