With life, and promise that the time is nigh
That crowds or things no longer may subdue,
When the dull futile body that is I
Shall feel the quickening spirit that is you.
T. W. EARP
THE CANAL
When you're tired of books and the dusty, well-known room
It's good to put on a gown and go for a walk,
Taking deep breaths and smelling the hawthorn bloom