If—

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep

Now Summer Is Gone

Now summer is gone. And might never have been. In the sunshine it’s warm. But there has to be more. It all came to pass, All fell into my hands Like a five-petalled leaf, But there has to be more. Nothing evil was lost, Nothing good was in vain, All ablaze with clear light But there has to be more. Life gathered me up Safe under its wing, My luck always held,