I Have Good Reason To Be Content,

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

Season Of Mists And Mellow Fruitfulness, Close Bosom-friend Of The Maturing Sun.

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

... Who Alive Can Say 'thou Art No Poet - Mayst Not Tell Thy Dreams'? Since Every Man Whose Soul Is Not A Clod Hath Visions, And Would Speak, If He Had Loved, And Been Well Nurtured In His Mother Tongue.