I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light.
How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint! Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.You know how it is with an April dayWhen the sun is out and the wind is still,You´re one month on in the middle of May.But if you so much as dare to speak,A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,A wind comes off a frozen peak,And you´re two months back in the middle of March. A Further Range (1936)