My heart's prepared for achingThe moment you take wing.But not, my friend, for breakingWhile there's another spring. Rhymes for the Irreverent (1965)
My heart is like the willowThat bends, but never breaks.It sighs when summer jilts her,It sings when April wakes. Rhymes for the Irreverent (1965)
No matter how much I probe and prod,I cannot quite believe in God;But oh, I hope to God that HeUnswervingly believes in me. Rhymes for the Irreverent (1965)
And only God who makes the treeAlso makes the fools like me. But only fools like me, you see,Can make a God, who makes a tree. Rhymes for the Irreverent (1965)