this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and
sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the
of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence;
home to the mother.
making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it
mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:
for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the
has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster's feet there
left the mountains.
boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant,
is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught they
when he walked on earth.
Jeffers lived from 1887-1962.