When Clever People Ask Me Where I

In Spring More Mortal Singers Than Belong To Any One Place Cover Us With Song. Thrush, Bluebird, Blackbird, Sparrow, And Robin Throng.

As It Is More Blessed To Receive, So It Must Be More Blessed To Receive Than To Give Back.

Unless I'm Wrong I But Obey The Urge Of A Song: I'm-bound-away! And I May Return If Dissatisfied With What I Learn From Having Died.

Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In Its Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth.

But I May Be One Who Does Not Care Ever To Have Tree Bloom Or Bear.