Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out…. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure. – A.E. Housman
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow. – A.E. Housman
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again. – A.E. Housman
We for a certainty are not the first have sat in taverns while the tempest hurled their hopeful plans to emptiness, and cursed whatever brute and blackguard made the world. – A.E. Housman