"

It was not in me It came and wentI wanted to hold it It was held by wine(I no longer know what it was)

"

Success which is something so simple in the end is made up of thousands of things we never fully know what.

"

But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the r...more