Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous / For a plate of turtle green and glutinous.

As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair / In leprosy.

How well I know what I mean to do / When the long, dark autumn-evenings come.

And after April, when May follows, / And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

When you get this Friday at noon, it is very difficult to react to that. Then we get here and we have our hand slapped for not commenting.